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Christmas toys have evolved over the decades without a doubt. In different magazines (Reminisce, for example), readers share how difficult it was for parents to manage to save enough money to buy or make one toy for Christmas.
Not the case now. Visit Wal-Mart and discover toy heaven. Toys-R-Us is dedicated to floor to ceiling toys. There is now a retro-toy boom, which is just fine with me. I like Roy Rogers lunch boxes.
|Fifty years old and still going strong|
Husband has refused to watch Rudolph or the Island of Mis-Fits toys. Five decades is enough, he announced. In fact, no more animated/clay motion shows will be watched. It’s a Wonderful Life and White Christmas are acceptable and enjoyed.
Our own memories provide enough entertainment.
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Do you remember Tickle Me Elmo™? How it seemed that the little orange red monster would giggle, talk, and roll around seemingly without stopping? We never found it appealing or amusing, but the other set of grandparents did and gave it to itty-bit. Our just-then two year old gr-daughter did not enjoy it at all.
In fact, it scared the daylights out of her.
Her daddy switched it on, and little girl hid around the corner, peering at it with wide eyes. Then he turned it on again and she ran away completely.
Before we left, sweet girl had boxed up silent Elmer in its original box. “Take it, Gawpie! Take away!” Chuckles from the parents, we put the box down on the floor.
Kisses and hugs, and then little girl carried the box and set it on the sidewalk. “Take away! You take away!”
Her eyes were tearing up and Daddy held her. It’ll be fine. She’ll get used to it. We left, no Elmo in hand.
Elmo sat hidden in a closet for a year before little girl-turned-three would let it roll around the carpet.