From the book:
this is a story about wishing. It is also about a doll and a little girl. It begins with the doll.
Her name, of course, was Holly.
It could not have been anything else, for she was dressed for Christmas in a red dress, and red shoes, though her petticoat and socks were green.
She was 12 inches high; she had real gold hair, brown glass eyes that could open and shut, and teeth like tiny china pearls.
It was the morning of Christmas Eve, the last day before Christmas. The toys in Mr. Blossom's toy shop in the little country town stirred and shook themselves after the long night. "We must be sold today," they said.
"Today?" asked Holly. She had been un packed only the day before and was the newest toy in the shop.
Outside in the street it was snowing, but the toy-shop window was lit and warm--it had been lit all night. The tops showed their glinting colors, the balls their bands of red and yellow and blue; the trains were ready to run round and round; the sailing boats shook out their fresh white sails. The clockwork toys had each its private key; the tea sets gleamed in their boxes. There were drums and airplanes, trumpets, and doll perambulators; the rocking-horses looked as if they were prancing, and the teddy bears held up their furry arms. There was every kind of stuffed animal--rabbits and lions and tigers, dogs and cats and even chimpanzees. The dolls were on a long glass shelf decorated with tinsel baby dolls and bride dolls, with brides maids in every color, a boy doll in a kilt and another who was a sailor. One girl doll was holding her gloves, another an umbrella. They
were all beautiful, but none had been sold. "We must be sold today," said the dolls. "Today," said Holly.
Like the teddy bears, the dolls held out their arms. Toys, of course, think the opposite way to you. "We shall have a little boy or girl for Christmas," said the toys. ...
A charming story.
This file should make an excellent embossed braille copy.
