Doll-A-Day 2017 #358:Santa Claus

  It's Christmas eve! I made it. Everything is done but filling the stockings and wrapping Ivy and Fuzzy's cheese,which,being cheese,has had to be kept in the fridge until Christmas morning. I wrap it as close to Christmas as possible so the paper doesn't get soggy. If you're wondering why they get cheese,it's special cheese that we have to drive over an hour to get,in a town we never go to otherwise. And, duh, it's cheese!
   Well, no rain yet. We still have snow.Today we're celebrating Christmas eve with Santa Claus!

You'll have seen the little guy before during the last year of Doll-A-Day. You can check out his day HERE.

You can recognize him by the giant gash on his forehead.

The larger guy has a Commonwealth of Pennsylvania on his backside, but it also says 'Made in Japan'.

 

Huh?!

They're a sweet pair of Santas.

Tomorrow is Christmas. I hope all of you who celebrate it have a wonderful day!

Doll-A-Day 2017 #335: Santa Claus

  Here it is the beginning of December already. This year has flown by. I guess everyone always says that. It is true though, that time does seem to go by faster when you get older,(Just when you need it to slow down.). I thought I would keep to winter looking or Christmas dolls for this month. We'll see how that goes. But today I've got a Christmas themed doll to start off with. He's Santa Claus.

I had several similar Santas,or, as my Kentucky  parents called him, 'Sainty',when I was a kid. This one isn't from my childhood,but he is definitely related to them.

These Santa's with felt clothes were pretty common when I was a kid. They came with black boots, white boots,etc..Mine all has plastic hands,unlike this guy who has felt hands. There were even singing ones. You may have seen my post on my childhood singing Santa HERE. Today's guy's friend is this Singing Santa that is just like my original one, except he is carrying a white sack.

And except I'm not all cruddy and worn out either.

Anyway, today's guy has some damage,but he has a lot of personality.
 

These Santa's are about 12" tall.

I'm not sure if they were meant to be played with, because they aren't very sturdy. Their bodies and legs are usually made of what seems to be rolled up cardboard.

That may account for why I had about three of them.(I don't think that's even counting the singing one.)
  See you again tomorrow for Shrunken Saturday. I may stray from the winter/Christmas theme there. Hey, give me a break. It's hard to find that many Christmas mini dolls!

Doll-A-Day 328:Santa Nesting Doll

  Today's doll is another from Ivy's nesting doll collection. It's this Santa.

They're called 'nesting dolls' obviously because the dolls nest inside one another. The nesting doll originated in Russia in 1890. The Russian name for a nesting doll is Matryoshka doll.

This guy has three more nests inside him.

Santa has a three dimensional beard on the outside nest, but the inner ones are smooth. Traditionally the very inner nest of a nesting doll is made from one solid piece of wood.

He looks a little worried. I don't blame him: It's almost Christmas eve!

  Ivy has loads of nesting dolls, including two other Santas. This was her most interesting Santa.
See you tomorrow for another doll.

Doll-A-Day 323: Singing Santa Claus

  Today's doll brings us back to our Christmas theme. He's this singing Santa.

Santa is 12" tall. For the record, when I was a kid, we did not have a silver Christmas tree, although I do seem to remember us having one of those electric colour wheels that sat behind the tree.
 

 I suppose it did work best with an aluminum tree, if you liked that kind of look.

He's got a lot of wear, and isn't so much to look at any more, but he means a lot to me, especially this year, having lost my dad in May.

The story of this Santa begins one Christmas when I was 9 or 10 years old.(That's about 1971 or '72.) I was particularly nosy that year. Or maybe it was just because the presents were under the tree before Christmas that year, now that I was older.But I nosed around and figured out what every one of my presents were, except one. (Well, I thought I had them all figured out. My sister, knowing how nosy I was, had made a false book jacket for the Robin Kane Whitman mystery she had gotten me. So when I managed to see through the wrapping paper I thought I was getting some strange book about a kid and a mountain of peas.

It was this one. Note: No mountain of peas!

 I forget the title she gave it, but I thought she was crazy buying me such a weird book.) I knew I was getting the Screech! game I wanted, and everything else except one box.

Wanted it. Got it. Never played it. Nobody to play it with. When the kids were little we tried to play it, but the battery prong had fallen apart! The game was still in the box!

The only present I hadn't figured out, (Besides the Robin Kane book!) was this Santa

I always thought he looked like he was holding his beard, or pluffing it.

We never opened presents on Christmas eve. We only ever opened them on Christmas day. My parents were divorced and Dad lived about an hour or more away. He usually came to see us once a week at this point. He must not have been able to be with us on Christmas, because he wanted me to open a present on Christmas eve. He was all grins, and as excited as a little kid who couldn't wait for Christmas.He knew exactly what he wanted me to open too.It was the one thing I hadn't managed to figure out! I wanted to open something else, so I'd have something to surprise me on Christmas day. I didn't tell Mom and Dad why I didn't want to open that one! But Dad insisted that I open the unknown present. It couldn't be anything else. He must have picked it out himself, and been really pleased with his shopping, and wanted to see me open it. So I opened the one last surprise I would have had on Christmas, (Since I had ruined all my others by being so nosy.), and within was Singing Santa.

Imagine my surprise when I found this guy on Ebay just now!

I don't remember what my guy's box was like. Was it like this?

 This guy says 'Sonsco', but there is another without a box on Ebay now, and he's listed as a 'L.B. Cohen and sons'. I think the guy in the box says 'Cohen at the very bottom.

My guy: L.B. Cohen and Sons.

For an old guy he sure has baby-like hands.He must use Oil of Olay or something.

Singing Santa runs on one D battery, and has a switch that can be slid one way or the other to make him sing faster or slower.When his button is pushed there's a pause, and a lot going on in there, involving all sorts of connections being made and a mechanical whirr that makes you think Santa might rocket off on his heels.His only song is Jingle Bells, which he sings in a weird way, rolling the 'R' in "Santa Claus is heerrrrrre." like a tire down a mountain.

His speed switch is the square at the back of his battery compartment.I don't remember him ever having a battery door, but there seem to be screw holes. No wait. They didn't put screws in the battery doors back then. Kids were free to lick all the battery acid their little mouths could hold.

As you can see, his metal battery thingy has eaten a hole in his coat.

He comes out every Christmas though. When I was 12 I moved to live with my Dad. I didn't take much, since originally I was just going for the summer. So I must have already brought Singing Santa to Dad's the year before, because every year he stood on the edge of our electric fireplace, often getting his beard caught in the chain link screen.

That accounts for some of his beard problems.

When my kids were little their dolls used to give their Christmas lists, (The dolls' lists that is, not the kids'. Of course, it was kind of the same thing.), to Singing Santa, in spite of his annoying inability to sit down so they could sit on his lap.

"Stand on Santa's feet and tell him what you want!"

Singing Santa had a plastic rod that went through his body, connecting his 'on' button, disguised behind his belt buckle, to his 'on' switch deep in the recesses of his back.When Emma was little the plastic rod broke. Ken rigged Santa up with a replacement rod made out of a plastic drinking straw.That worked for a while, but Ken had to repair him a couple more times. Finally the button inside must have broken, because Santa just couldn't be made to sing any more. His singing box can actually be taken out of his styrofoam body,so we have looked at it to see if it can be fixed,but it looks like even repairs are a thing of the past now. I can still here him though. "Welcome one, welcome all,Santa Clausss isss HEERRRRRRE!"

  Thanks to reader JennZ for posting the voice of the singing Santa on YouTube! You can hear him sing again HERE!
  See you again tomorrow.

Doll-A-Day 315:Coca-Cola Santa

   Welcome to our newest follower,Somnium. Check out her blog for tutorials on making clothing, rooms,and other goodies.Thanks for joining us Somnium.
 Today's December doll is actually Ken's. He's from Ken's Coke collection. He's Coca-Cola Santa.

This Santa was made by Mattel in 1999.

A closer look at his box front, the illustration the doll was based on.Hey, where's his stool?

His box tells the whole story.

He stands approximately 12" tall.

I'm not sure about that creepy mouth!

And that mustache comes off more as a disguise, as if it really would 'come off'!

He has his glass of Coke. I always think of Santa more as your cocoa type of guy. Coke doesn't go very well with all those cookies he gets left for him.

 The kids and I always wanted to open him and play with the toys in the sack, but Ken would never let us.

The same little doll came with some Kelly sets, only painted differently.

Tomorrow we'll see another wintry doll.

Doll-A-Day 309:Knee Hugger Santa

  Today's doll is this Knee Hugger Santa.

The  reason he's called a 'knee hugger' is pretty  obvious.

He's about 6" tall when his legs are stretched out.

His beard needs a little reattaching.

That's one killer forehead wrinkle!

 Or I could just remove it,because he has a  molded beard underneath.
  These knee huggers,which were more often elves than Santas, were very popular when I was a kid in the 60's. These days The Elf on the Shelf has brought them back for a new generation of kids.Oh, and for me too! I  still ooh and ahh over Christmas elves. Target has some really cool clothes for The Elf this year. I want the sweater and the aviator jacket and goggles!
  Tomorrow is another doll.