My first Christmas, 50 years ago.
I'm 6 months old, opening my first Christmas gift.
That handsome young man is my Dad. Can you possibly guess what I got?
That's right! A baby doll, bigger than I was! And yes, I still have her. I'll have to take a picture of her and myself beside the tree. I guess it's my parents fault that I love dolls so much. Tee hee...