When I was a little girl I believed in Santa. Christmas in the 60's was a lot different then. We had this great silver tree that we would decorate with the basic red and green balls. I loved decorating the tree. Dad loved popcorn and we would make a big batch and put the popcorn on a string to hang around the tree. There always seemed to be what I considered a very distinct christmas smell. No matter how long the tree spent in the box in the garage, we would pull it out, straighten the branches and there was the smell. It was evergreen tree smell. I considered that to be a distinct christmas smell. I loved to see my reflection on that wonderful aluminum tree and how distorted my face became when I looked at the colored balls. I would peer into them as if I could catch a glimpse of the North Pole.
Back in those days, presents weren't seen under the tree until Christmas morning. I have no idea where Mom and Dad hid them, and it didn't matter. I wasn't smart enough to go looking for them like kids do today. We would leave out cookies and milk on a little plate by the tree. And when we woke up early Christmas morning the cookies would be gone and lots of presents were under the tree.
I think one of the best presents I ever got was a Giggles doll. She was plump and soft with curly black hair and eyes that closed when you rocked her. If you moved her arms she would make this silly giggle sound. I had her for years and years. My second best present was the ballerina doll. She had this wonderful pink tutu with matching tights and little plastic ballerina shoes. She had a crown on her head with a little knob in the middle. If you pushed down on the knob she would turn around and around and when you pushed down she would stop. Pretty simple, but back then it was amazing.