This is a Christmas story where I look liked this:
(so you know who to picture through out this tale).
Christmas Eve 198_, the year the Cabbage Patch kid came out. My dad was out really late that night and when he came home I remember him telling my mom, in a proud but exhausted voice, "I got it."
The next day I got a gift with this nutzo-looking doll in it.
I half-heartedly said "Thank you."
I had no idea that this was the hottest toy of the year. Nay, the decade. I liked pretty dolls that looked like princesses, not thin-lipped, dimpled, yarny haired dolls.
My mom pulled me aside to tell me that this was a very expensive, in-demand doll and my dad went to a lot of work to procure one.
So naturally, I thanked him more profusely
and eventually asked for 2 more.
(As you can see, I had a type.)
My mom asked me if I wanted to keep them for my future children, but this pretty much decided their fate:
I was creeped out then and I am WAY more creeped out now.
Sorry dolls.
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