My mom must have thrown her out along with all my wonderful troll dolls. Gosh, Mom, those things are valuable now on E-Bay. I'm glad mom didn't get to my record collection!
My Christmas Baby Doll Fast down the staircase, eight of us in all, like Santa’s reindeer, fly to our big tree the very second that our parents call us from our bedrooms. Oh, the gifts we see! The glitter of the tinsel can’t compare to our excitement as we run to snatch our presents up! Then we begin to tear the wrapping off, and then at last I catch a glimpse of my best present on the floor. A box rectangular, it makes me guess it has to be the gift I will adore. Pink-cheeked and sweet, it’s Thumbelina! Yes! I wind a knob. Her small head moves. How real my baby is, and what great joy I feel! Written Dec. 21, 2016 for The Christmas Day Contest of Alexis Y. See picture of the vintage 1964 doll above.
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