And then this morning I was browsing blogs and found this contest prompting readers to recall favorite Christmas memories. It is wonderful to read the comments and share stories with others.
So back to my Magical Doll. My maternal grandparents raised me and money wasn't ever in great supply. For the second and third gifting, my doll disappeared a week or so before Christmas. And then she "magically" reappeared on Christmas Day with a new wig and new dress. She was all wrapped and presented as if she were brand new. She started out as a redhead, but became a blonde and then a brunette.
There was never an explanation of what happened to my "old" doll and I never had the heart to admit I knew what had been done, or to comment on the fact each doll's dress was made from the same fabric as Grandma's most recent RNA convention dress. I smiled and acted as if she was the prettiest NEW doll I'd ever seen.