Soon my reveries turned to my big brother Peter and his manic love of Christmas. He used to wake us at 5:00 am at Christmas' dawn and I well-remember the darkness and the excitement I felt in the pit of my belly. We were practically shivering with delight by the time we made it to the living room, and anytime I happen to wake at dawn, - even today, I experience that Christmas feeling.
My brother loved his toys and my sister and I were often the recipients of his new Creepy Crawler set or toy gun. We reciprocated by making him eat cake from our Easy Bake Oven. I've never known anyone who enjoyed Christmas as much as my brother. The run-up to the actual holiday was delightfully excruciating for him. When I was very small, I asked him why we had Easter and quick as a wink, he replied "To hold us over until Christmas!"
But the words to the song tell us how fleeting childhood Christmases are - there are but a few of them and then suddenly, we are Santa to our own babes. Mystic merry Toyland, childhood's Joyland...once you cross its border, you can never return again...
Find Doris Day's Toyland on youtube...you may see yourself and your siblings there, in between the words of its lilting refrain.