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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