The first Christmas I remember

I remember I must have been four or five years old. As I said before, my mom and dad had a dairy, and they were getting up at two o'clock in the morning to milk cows.

So, Santa Claus came early that year, around 5 or 6 in the evening on Christmas Eve, and he brought me a doll. In my mind's eye, to this day, she is still the most beautiful doll I've ever seen. She had black hair and blinking blue eyes. she wore a white silk dress and a black velvet cape. I'm sure I got other things, but the doll is all I remember. She must have been named Snow White, and my house must have been the first one Santa came to that year!

             Me (on the left) at about this age.