I've always gotten sick on Christmas Eve, Always the same thing earache, and stomach pains. I thought it came from excitement of Christmas and opening gifts the next morning. This particular Christmas I was excited, I couldn't wait to see what baby Santa sent me to lavish love on.
I remember now as if it were yesterday, the moment my father place that box in my hands. He smiled and winked at me. I knew it was my baby, it had to be cuz my father winked at me. I opened that box, and my heart soared with love for the baby within that box. She was a Vogue Doll, not that I knew what that meant back then. She was perfect! She wore a blue dress with white poka-dots. Her hair was blonde and short, and she had a fishnet over her whole face and hair. I guess it was to hold it in place. She had dimples and long lashes, white bloomers and shoes and socks. I was in awe of how pretty she was. Ya could feed her a bottle and she would wet her diapers ya put on her. I NEVER fed her real water, just a pretend bottle. I called her Ginny, didn't know that was the name on the box.
(This is the closest picture I could find of her.)