All this Christmas hoopla got me to thinking about my favorite Christmas gifts received through the years. And the ones that have NOT been my favorite.
Stuff I LOVED:
Mini kitchen-complete with dishes and plastic food in the refrigerator. (It was the liberal, early seventies)
A Snoopy doll-Snoopy was da man! I also had a small, anatomically correct, Woodstock, Snoopy's loyal bird sidekick, doll.
My Ipod-I admit, it was this year and no, I never had one before. (AND mine is wayyy cool cuz it's hot pink and I can watch video and take video and it has a radio. whoo hoo!)
Atari Tennis-One year we got, as a family, a REAL Atari tennis game, like the ones in the arcades. This was in the seventies, when recreational electronics were unheard of. The thing was as big as a house and we had it in our basement. We were the house to be at in the neighborhood. It gave us instant street cred.
Show N Tell Record Player/slide show-I fricken LOVED this thing. I spent MANY a rainy afternoon on my bedroom floor watching Disney's Aristocats and Winnie the Pooh and listening to their stories. I tell my kids all the time, this was the DVD of my day. So many good times.
Stuff I didn't love:
Socks and underwear- I know mom thought this was practical, but seriously mom? The funny thing is I do it to my kids now.
The multi-gift box-this was stuff mom just didn't want to wrap up. I told you dad was the wrapper in the house. This box usually contained stuff like books, mittens, hats, bras and nightgowns.
Plastic face dolls-and I want to be very specific here, I never liked plastic faced dolls. Betsy Wetsy and Valerie with her pony tail that elongates, just didn't do it for me. They were like how I feel about knock off designer bags. I just can't do it. I was a Barbie purist. I really liked stuffed animals, rag dolls and Barbie. That was it. Probably because Barbie was all about the mini, and you know I love all things miniature, and the fact that I had sisters who were decades older than me and I inherited all their Barbies and Barbie accessories. I still kick myself every time I go to a Barbie exhibition and see tons of the stuff I had from my sister's Barbies that I GAVE away.
It's those memories of Christmas Past that I would hope Marley's Ghost will bring to me if ever the fates decide I need a reminder of what's good and innocent about life.