The Black Friday mania is almost over. The tents in front of the mall and big box stores are gone. Those who participated are now home most likely sleeping. Hopefully there were no brawls over certain currently hot items. Hopefully everyone waited their turns and was polite and kind to others. Personally I remember a much simpler time. I remember when Christmas wasn’t such a commercially promoted thing…
December…a long, long time ago in a seemingly galaxy far, far away, a 10-year-old girl opened her Christmas present and saw a new doll. The doll’s name was Tammy and while she was similar in size to her Barbie, she looked, well younger. She didn’t have heavy makeup painted on her face and she wore tennis shoes instead of stiletto high heels. This little girl hadn’t asked for Tammy and her parents didn’t go on a hunt for the hottest toy on the market. They simply chose a doll.
As the years past the little girl put down her dolls and her family relocated. Her dolls were somehow lost. She didn’t mind at the time, she was a teenager then and her interests had changed.
The little girl grew up and had a daughter, and what do you think her daughter wanted for Christmas one year? She wanted a Barbie. Oh yes, the mother went out and purchased a Barbie for her daughter, and she was happy on that Christmas morning. The woman saw her daughter smile and the memory of the past rose in her heart and she wondered if her doll was still out there somewhere.
In a moment of utter impulse, she perused Ebay and put a bid on a Tammy doll. She won. A few days later the package arrived and she took out the doll and the memories flooded back. Memories of simpler times when we were happy with simple things and no one camped out in tents waiting for stores to open. She breathed in that faint plastic smell that was once so potent.
She placed Tammy on a shelf in her bedroom. Occasionally she takes her down and holds her in her hands, gently stroking her hair. Almost magically she becomes that 10-year-old girl once again. She knows that this doll is most likely not her original doll, but she likes to think that maybe, just maybe its is.
So, to conclude, I wish you all find a wonderful, magical, but simple Christmas present under your tree, from Crystal, the grown up little girl.