I was one of four children, all born in the early- mid 1960s. We each had a big doll plus a couple of other smaller ones. Nothing fancy that walked or talked, or took a bottle. Their clothes were hand-made. My father made us wooden toys like dolls cots and a wooden farmyard which we filled with Britain's farm animals.
Other than that we had a bit of Lego, wooden building blocks and model villages and lots of jigsaw puzzles and books. We always had colouring pencils and paints as well as various card and board games (draughts, snakes and ladders and ludo, plus things like dominoes, marbles and tiddly winks).
Outside we had a swing, a paddling pool on the summer, one big ball, and when we got older, roller skates, bikes, and homemade stilts. I craved a space hopper but never had one!
Whether inside or out, we were expected to play with each other quietly and not need to be entertained or supervised.
Our Christmas presents were put in a pillow case. Each one was usually less than half full. My parents would usually give us three presents each: eg a main present, a book, and something to do like a card game, jigsaw, new set of paints or something crafty like a French knitting set. Then we'd have 3 or 4 other similar smaller presents each from grandparents, aunts and uncles etc.
I distinctly remember being rather disappointed one year (I was probably about 9) because every single present I received was a book and I had nothing new to play with.