In 1906-1015, or so, my great-grandmother used to receive 3 gifts for Christmas:
a shiny, new penny,
a candy cane,
and a bottle of Coca-Cola.
She often told me that when she was 10, she got an actual china doll. She said that it was the only doll she ever got as a young girl. It didn’t make it past Christmas day. She broke it over Sigurd’s (one of her 6 brothers) head. Unfortunately, she didn’t get another one, despite the fact that her brother probably deserved the rap on the skull. Often was the way with him. There is a story about him I have that is amazing and true, but I’ll share it some other time.