When i was five year old, I got a homemade doll’s house for Xmas. I liked the little stove and pans, but cannot remember any little people to live in it. My Mom had made it out of a fruit crate, and wall papered the insides. The dolls that were full size also were second hand, and had a shiny new red dress. I grew out of the doll phase rather quickly, and wanted a cowboy outfit with capgun and spurs by the time I was 10. Then I asked for a bow and arrow set. I could see my Mom’s dreams of me being a feminine little girl fast receding as I went into my tree climbing tomboy mode.
All the good toys and books that came my way were gifts from the richer neighbor who had outgrown her books. My younger brother Roy did have a nice Lional electric train, but it burnt up due to over use. I understand that they are collector’s items, but nothing survived from my childhood to achieve collector’s status.
Our stockings were lady’s long nylon stockings and had a Tangerine, peanuts, Brazil nuts, some of that hard candy that came in twists. We had popcorn balls on Xmas eve, and then went to midnight mass.
I got no religious uplift from mass at any time of the year, but did like the Latin songs. Midnight masses only made me sleepy and grouchy and fasting for communion made me nauseated.
Today I try to avoid the Xmas songs at the mall, the bell ringers at the stores, and the sales of “bargains” to give to those members of the family that would even deserve gifts.After I found out Santa was a fairy tale, I took comfort in getting an appropriate gift of a transistor radio when I was a young teen.
We knew all our trycycles and bikes were second hand vehicles painted red by my Mom who had a vacuum cleaner that could double as a spray painter. She was handy at making something nice from very little.
Thanks for a lovely first 8 years Mom!