One of my favorite Christmas memories was when I was just five years old. I had asked Santa for a doll called The Littlest Angel. I already had one doll, a raggedly Ann doll I named Sara but this new doll was for big girls like me.
Littlest Angel was a beautiful doll with long dark brown hair with ringlets like my own. She wore a lovely blue dress and had her own closet for her clothes with little hangars. The closet was also a carrying case.
Two weeks ahead I had sent my letter to Santa with my request. On Christmas Eve I laid out cookies and milk for Santa and promptly went to bed as requested by my mother. I said my prayers and asked God to remind Santa to send me the doll. I figured that it didn’t hurt to talk to the Big Guy about this. After all, this was important. I had to have this doll.
Christmas morning I woke up and hurried out to the kitchen where my mother had hung my stocking next to the coal stove. We didn’t have a fireplace.
I thoroughly checked my stocking taking out the candy canes, gum, pencils, crayons, coloring books and reading books but there was no doll. I looked at my parents as they sat there watching me. The tears began to pour and I was crushed.
My mother gently took me by the hand and led me to the front hall where there was a closet for our coats. She told me to open it. I didn’t understand why she wanted me to go to this closet. We weren’t going out and didn’t need our coats. She pointed toward the door and waited for me to open it.
What I saw surprised me. There was my Littlest Angel inside her own closet which had an opening and she was standing there all dressed up in her little blue dress. I bent down and picked her up and hugged her tight as the tears continued to flow but this time in joy.
My mother hugged me and wiped my tears away and asked, “Do you like your doll, Janice?”
“Oh, yes, Mommy, I love her! But why did Santa put her in the closet?”
“I guess he thought she should be there with all her clothes. Besides I think he wanted to surprise you. Aren’t you surprised?”
“Yes, but I think she should have been in my stocking.” I then picked up the closet/carrier and walked back to my room where I spent most of the day playing with her.
I still to this day do not understand why ‘Santa’ did that with the doll. LOL! I guess it was his way to surprise me. But being so young I accepted it because after all I did get what I wanted and Santa hadn’t forgotten me. Sigh!
The funniest thing was from then on I always stored Angel in this same closet with our coats. I figured that if Santa thought this was a good place for my Angel then who was I to question him. Ha!
I adored that doll but do not know what happened to her after we moved six years later. I was grown up by then and too old for dolls.
What memories do you have from Christmas as a child? As an adult?
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(I used the Gutenberg method here. Not too bad, huh? Yikes! Like the old way better. Sigh!)
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord Blog Magazine and commented:
Janice Spina shares her most favourite Christmas memories.. which included a very special doll.. she would love to hear yours…
Thank you so much, Sally! 🤗😘🎁🎄❤️🤶⛄️⭐️
Lovely memory Janice..hugsx
Thank you so much, Sally! hugs xx
Delighted to share Janice…xxx
Reblogged this on Campbells World and commented:
Wonderful post and I just need to warn, TISSUE WARNING!
Blogger says she used new editor.
I’m not doing it until I’ve no choice.
I just now learned to use the last one.
I agree. I prefer the other one too. Thank you so much for reblogging, Patty! Merry Christmas! 🎄🎁⭐️⛄️🤶🤗
I have only met one other person who had this toy; It was a miniature garden with a felt lawn, a plastic greenhouse and flowerbeds with holes you could ‘plant’ the flowers in. I loved it when I unwrapped it and for birthdays and treats I carried on collecting new items. My younger sister still has it. I still love gardening.
I would have liked that one too! Merry Christmas 🎄🎁
Beautiful post, Janice ❤
Thank you so much, Jacquie! 🤗🎁🎄⛄️🤶⭐️❤️
A lovely Christmas memory, Janice! ❤ It reminds me the wonderful little Ginny dolls with their wardrobes sewn by Mom and furniture made by Dad–one of the best Christmas gifts ever. ❤ Wishing you and yours The Merriest Christmas! xo
Thank you so much, Bette. I clearly remember that doll since it was one of only two dolls I owned. Nowadays girls have too many to count. Merry Christmas to you and yours too! hugs xx
Those were the days! ❤ xo
I loved your story Janice. You were a lucky little girl. ❤
Yes. I was. My parents didn’t have much money but they made sure my brother and I had a special gift each year. 🤗😘🎁🎄⛄️🤶⭐️❤️ Many years later my sister came along and she got plenty. Lol!
Lol, typical of the youngest! ❤
A lovely story, Janice. As I already told Sally Cronin my favourite present ever was a pair of roller skates. Almost up there there with roller skates was the year I received my first book token. I loved all the books I was given at Christmas but to be able to go to the book shop and choose my own books was heaven.
Oh yes, that is special, Mary. Books are wondrous! 😘🤗🎁🎄⭐️🤶⛄️
Sweet story! Santa seems to like doing things like that. Maybe he thinks that moment where we think we didn’t get the toy will make us appreciate it more? I had something like that happen with a bike (of course, I still had sight then). All the toys were in the livingroom, but my bike was in the diningroom for some reason.
My favourite Christmas was actually one where I was in hospital Christmas Eve. My Dad usually stayed in the car park, or made visits short. But that day he hung out with me at the hospital pretty much all day. We play
Another favourite Christmas memory was the Christmas I turned 13. I’d started learning braille a few months before, and my brother had a book – “The Bear Father Christmas Forgot” – which I loved him reading to me. He told me I could have it, if I could learn to read it in time to read it to him that Christmas. I did. He gave me the book. I still have it, and I still read it every Christmas Eve, right before I go to bed.
Beautiful memories, Tori! Lovely that you read it every year. It keeps those memories alive. Blessings of the season to you and yours! Hugs xx 🎄 🎁 ☃️ ⭐️ 🎅
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My poor mother couldn’t fathom I didn’t like dolls. I got one every year.
That’s a sweet story, thanks for sharing. Here are a few of my Christmas memories: https://mymasheduplife.com/2019/01/06/and-so-that-was-christmas/
Thank you for the kind words and for stopping by. 😀