The Christmasaurus is exactly what you expect from a Christmas story about a dinosaur who is blue, one of the kind, and lives at the North Pole. I mean I have seen candy canes less sweetly sugary than this Tom Fletcher story! That does not make it a bad book, just predictable for the adult reader.
Christmasaurus wants to fly. Of course, the lessons (one a year for almost four years) do not seem to stick. But one Christmas Eve Santa came to say, Christmasaurus with your scales so blue, how about you come with me, just stay out of the flue!” (He wants CS to fly with him in the sleigh.) And our dino does, but of course, almost gets itself on the naughty list, meets a nice young kid, learns the real meaning of how one flies, and they have a party at the North Pole (whooo-whooot!)
And we have the bubbly, boldly colored, mostly busy details illustrations by Shane DeVries to tie things together. They are a cartoon already and when they are translated to the small screen (if have not already) they will look like that. Overly polished and very modern. The book is great for the ages that still believe in the big guy in the Red Suit and for readers who might still need a little of reading help. The theme, however, (having someone believe in you and you believe in yourself) can reach several ages.
There is nothing bad about this book, as a good Christmas and/or holiday book should be. But there is nothing that says we will be singing Rudolph and Christmasaurus comes to town anytime soon either.