We lived in England when I was a child. I remember one especially magical Christmas, because it was the year my dad won a lot of money on a horse race! Before this Christmas, we 3 kids usually got about 6 or 8 things apiece - sharing games, a few dolls, etc. But this year - wow. Our house was older with a fireplace and poor insulation, so it was very cold in the morning. I remember it was still dark and frosty outside - probably snow on the ground, too. My sister and I tiptoed down the stairs and nearly fainted with surprise at the sight of our tree. Underneath it were what looked like a fairytale world of dolls, barbies, and other toys. We screamed for our older brother, and he was amazed to find all kinds of things for him. There were at least 4 or 5 baby dolls apiece for my sister and me, a few barbies, a barbie house, car, trailer, and pool, doll clothes, a doll in a yellow satin carrying basket, a tea set....just so many wonderful toys. We were a military family with one working parent, so Christmas was usually very tame. They never repeated after that Christmas, and I will always remember the feeling of amazement and overflowing joy when I saw that tree.