Great question. The ones where my mother held me very close to her when I could sleep, and dream of cozy things.
I loved my dog Tiny. I was six years old sleeping under a Christmas Tree with my little dog under a blanket with me in snooze ville. Beside us in a brand new long box was a Daisy BB gun with a 4X scope attached to it. Also I had two Colt 45 caliber long barreled western revolvers on a double holstered gun belt with decorative Rhinestones, and all kinds of chrome looking shinny stuff that brought out the marvelous beauty of my gun belt.
My guns were cool enough for Gene Autry to wear. He was an old time country western singing cowboy.
The Christmas tree blinking lights would put me to sleep. I wish every child on earth had as much love as I did.