Each year I received a new doll for Christmas. One year I received a walking doll which I'll discuss more in an entry about visiting Santa. Another year I received a "wedding dress doll", as I called her. I don't remember giving her a name because I never played with her. I wanted her to stay in perfect condition so she stayed on my bed and later in a box under my bed. I never felt close to her like I did my Tiny Tears doll I received in 1955 and still have.