Did you have a favorite Christmas doll when you were young? Do you still remember when you first saw it under the Christmas tree?
Some of the memories of Christmas morning are so vivid to me that I swear I can still smell that new plastic whenever I see the pictures.
Oh, I remember the tinsel sparkling in the darkness as we tiptoed into the front room–long before we were suppose to. There seemed to be a tangible feeling of fresh magic just moments after Santa had left, enough magic in fact to make two covert children feel positively sick and shaky with excitement.
Then, finally, finally–when we were officially allowed to get up and the lights were turned on—oh…it took our breath away. Complete enchantment!
And even though I am many decades away from those days–I still have many Christmas morning reminders around me.
For years I kept some of my favorite dolls–from ancient days–in boxes in the basement or garage, never quite willing to give them away or give them up.
So a couple of years ago, I thought about those dolls and how rotten it must be for them to be stuffed away in those boxes. Don’t get me started on whether or not toys are alive–I’ll take you down.
ANYWAY–I took the dolls out, cleaned them up and now they decorate my room. When I wake up each day it’s like I’m reliving 15 Christmas mornings all scooped up into one.
After all these years, I’ve come to the realization that growing up is highly overrated…and in my case–