Wrapping up the Christmas books:
Santa Claus, Kriss Kringle, or St. Nicholas is an odd piece of work. I'm unsure what point the author is trying to make. One thing I do know for sure is that the Clauses could use a little couples therapy. Mrs C is shrewish and verbally abusive. Mr C is a classic enabler: "I know that she's not to blame / And that she loves me just the same." He also values his wife's opinion of him, as revealed by the names she calls him, more than he does his own opinion.
One thing was new to me: the idea that Santa is a big, hearty man when delivering Christmas gifts but shrinks to gnome proportions when he returns to the North Pole.
The artwork is decent mid-level 19th-century illustration. "E Gaucher" signs the art but gets no credit. The book was apparently published by a small Rhode Island company. I wonder if Gaucher was a local commercial or newspaper artist.
Christmas Fantasy is a pathetic attempt to rip off A Christmas Carol. The author seems sure that more is better: more ghosts, more visions, more types of spirit to lack. What he lacks is an arresting central character who deserves the spirit treatment. Ebenezer Scrooge was a mean, Christmas-hatin' SOB who needed a cadre of ghosts to browbeat him into recognizing what a creep he was.
In this story, poor Jemmy has no personality at all. The worst thing he does is not think much about Christmas. The Black Spirit shows Jemmy the Village of Darkness, which is populated by Evil Thoughts. What evil thoughts has Jemmy been thinking? The White Spirit shows him a hall filled with the spirits of Winter and Good Thoughts, but "None of yours are here." Why not? How has Jemmy lived his life such that he's generated no Good Thoughts?
Then there's the peculiar scene in which Jemmy sees a miserable poor woman "facing a cold Christmas," contrasted with a happy rich family having a big party. "They've shared with others. That's why they're happy now." Shared what with whom? Certainly not the poor woman and her baby.
So Jemmy gets the Christmas spirit, or the Spirit of the Yule Log, or the Spirit of the Yuletide season, or something, and does the Scrooge circuit, feeding the poor and handing out gifts. Where'd he get the money? He's a chimney sweep. It's not a high-paying profession. If anything he and Polly deserved to receive a little of that Christmas largesse.
The script isn't helped by bouncing back and forth between present and past tense. The art isn't bad, but in every panel in which present-day Polly appears she has a couple of basketballs under her dress that rise steadily toward her chin.