Christmas Day
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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.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2016
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