Dolls from Christmas past

My brother and I used to wait with excitement for the yearly Sears catalog to arrive. We would have a truce and sit down together and look at it. We would take turns "picking " the toys we wanted on each page of the toy section. I mainly wanted dolls. Somehow started thinking about dolls I used to have that are long gone- all of which were Christmas presents.
The first was a terry cloth doll that looked like an elf. It had a pointy hat and a vinyl face. My brother got mad at me for something and mashed its face in and it wouldn't pop back out. I cried buckets and he got spanked. Then there was Sweet Sue. I carried her around all the time. Her face - like mine- was permanently dirty. She was also missing a lot of hair . I had probably cut it at some point. like mine.
The next one I remember was my Betsy doll. She would cry "Mama" when you turned her over. My brother and I decided to play hospital. Gathered scissors and paring knife. (I don't know where my Mom was) He must have been about 7 and I must have been about 4-5. We worked like the dickens to remove her voice box (his idea). I was the nurse. He would say "scissors" or "knife" and I would hand them over. I remember there was lots of sawdust involved. When the operation was successfully completed. I looked at him and said, "Now put it back." He simply looked at me in disgust and said, "I'm done here." I think we both got spanked over that one.
Then there was the Bride doll. Oh how beautiful she was that first week. Then for some reason she was divested of her clothing for the rest of her life. (like all my other dolls). My Mom spent hours sewing beautiful doll clothes. But alas....my dolls were always naked.
An aside- my sister got mad at me that summer and blew her nose on every piece of doll clothing that I had and threw them all over the yard. Creative thinking that was.......
The last doll I ever got was the "Suzanne" doll. I was maybe 11. It was my heart's desire to have a "Barbie" doll. To my parents it was all the same. She looked like a Barbie doll but she was NOT a Barbie. I hid my disappointment well. But my heart was broken.
Lived vicariously for many years through my daughters dolls. They had scads of Barbies who all lived in the basement. We set up boxes as stores and created a Barbie shopping mall. There was a Barbie party barn which  now serves as the stable for the nativity.