What we do for each other just makes the holidays! Driving all over to find the perfect gift. Spending weeks trying recipes and planning menus. Hustling, bustling, phone calls, flight arrangements, driving for hours, new clothes, washing old clothes, knitting, sewing, cleaning, stringing lights, talking about the in-laws, smiling when they arrive and doing the happy dance when they leave. WHOA! What a lotta fun! It's just amazing what we do and what we have done for us in return during the holiday season.
Although everyone complains about the commercialism
of the season, seems that most people have the loving
spirit during the holidays, for what's it all about
if not for love?
The most endearing stories come about this time of year. And ones that are told for generations. Like the one I tell about my Dad. There was a tradition at our house when I was young that the tree arrived with Santa in the night after the kids were asleep. We went to bed and the living room was just like it had been all year. When we awoke, there was the tree with decorations and presents underneath, all the more magical because we hadn't lived around it for a month.
It wasn't until YEARS later I found out Mother and Daddy didn't have the money to buy a tree. My Dad would go out after we were asleep, therefore, find a Christmas tree lot that was closing and get a tree cheaply. One year the cost was fifty cents. Then, even though they were probably exhausted, they spent all night decorating it so we would be surprised in the morning.
Too much of a good thing is just right!
When I look back over the years, dolls were such a big part of Christmas morning. Big dolls, little dolls, Teddy Bears and any other humanized animal shape you could imagine that could be talked into wearing clothes. Little girls I knew loved them and loved all the accessories that went with them. New dolls were always included on the Christmas List for Santa. The latest and greatest were the object of envy by girls trying to keep up with other little girl Joneses.
Sporting a delightful deckle edge, this photo from the
1950s shows the importance of dolls on Christmas morning.
For all of us who grew up "back then," there will always be something special about a new doll on Christmas morning. I know I get tingles when I think of how I felt. Why, I'm even reliving it right now. Always wanting to share, I have found a way for you to have the feeling as well. I want to give you a new doll on Christmas morning. Right here, right now.
Do you know Dolly Dingle? The forerunner of the Champbell's Soup Kids by renown artist Grace Drayton, Dolly Dingle fascinated me as a child as my mother had a folder of them from her own childhood. Dolly Dingles and all of her pals are still my favorites.
So, here is one of my favorites, under your computer "tree" and wrapped to open by clicking on the image below and downloading it for your own personal use:
this page! I hope all of your problems are little ones.
(And fair warning. Don't leave her alone on your
computer screen with any Christmas cake on your
desk. Look at what I saw when I came back into
my office. Whoa! Scary!)
and the best of holiday seasons!
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