Christmas Eve, it was all I talked about. “Santy Claus is going to bring me a bride doll. And I am going to play wedding and brush her hair.” My childish enthusiasm must have really affected my mother. She went to Daddy in tears. “Allen, are you going to explain it to him in the morning when there is no doll under the tree? I will not know what to say.” Still upset, she went into the kitchen to start cooking the Christmas feast. In a few minutes, she heard the front door shut.
