Murpholly has mentioned books too.
I was given one called 'Pooky', a dreadfully sad tale about a poor little rabbit which my father read to me at bedtime. I sobbed and howled, so that was closed and put away!
My aunt over in Ontario was a book-buyer for a large store, and every Christmas she sent me a volume from the Bobbsey Twins series. Very nice stories about two sets of twins, by Laura Lee hope.
One memorable Christmas I was given a super red and white tricycle. Just what I wanted! I stubbornly rode it facing backwards, sitting on the handlebars, while my tiny younger sister sat perched on the saddle.
Several neighbours' home-made soapbox/bogey carts were attached and we made a long train. We put babies and toddlers in the carts and I pedalled manfully along at rather a dangerous speed. Great fun!