The story of your sister longing for and repeatedly asking for the Snoopy Snow Cone machine brought me right back to the Christmas of 1975, when all I wanted was a Shirley Temple doll ~ Not just any Shirley Temple doll mind you. I was very detailed about what doll I wanted ~ She had to have golden hair of cork screws ~A red velvet bow tied perfectly and placed offset to the left side of her head ~ Her dress of white with red polka dots ~ Another perfectly tied and placed bow around her center ~ Her little white anklets ~ Her Mary Jane's, a shiney red ~ She was beautiful ~ Her bright eyes ~ Her gorgeous smile ~ She was the most beautiful doll I had ever seen ~ I longed for her ~ I spoke to her whenever I went to the store ~ I heard her call to me ~ I told her that she would soon be mine ~ I promised to love her ~ I promised that only I would care for her ~ That she was far to precious and beautiful for any other little girl to hold ~ Only my arms would cradle her ~ You see, my birthday is in January, so it was quite a long spell that I wished for her ~ When getting close to Christmas, it was no wonder that I told anyone and everyone what I wanted ~ And when Christmas rolled around I could hardly stand it ~ I was soooooo excited because I just knew that I would get her ~ After ripping through paper ~ Present after present ~ She wasn't there ~ Oh, how I cried ~ and cried ~ and cried until I could cry no more ~ I coudn't even talk ~ I couldn't even catch my breath ~ I was devastated ~ After my mother calmed me down we placed cookies and milk out for Santa ~ Water and carrots for the reindeer ~ She put me to bed, exhausted from my crying ~ When I awoke early the next morning to the soft glow of the bathroom night light ~ My eyes adjusting ~ I noticed this sitting at the end of my bed................
The soft yellow light shining on her ~ Oh, to what did my wondering eyes appear ?!!? ~ My mother woke up to this in her ear....AAAAHHHHHAAAAHHHHHAAHAHAHAHAHHA ~ GET IT OUUUUUUTTTTTT!!!!!!!!! MOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYY !!!!! AAAAAAHHHHHHHHH !!!!!!!!!
You see, she scared the H..E.....DOUBLE HOCKEY STICKS out of me !!!! Her eyes were not bright and shiny as I had remembered ~ Instead they were black and dead ~ Her smile was not inviting ~ Instead, along with those black dead eyes, looked as if she was going to eat me ~ My mother came running in, trying to figure out what was wrong ~ All I could was point ~ Tears running down my face ~ Out, I kept saying ~ I want her off my bed and OUT of my room ~ I didn't want her there ~ She was trying to eat me ~ As soon as my mother calmed me down, yet again ~ I made her put the doll in my toy box ~ I never played with her ~ I refused to clean my room because I didn't want to open my toy box ~ She was in there ~ Waiting ~ Waiting to pull me into the bottomless toy box ~ Where I would no doubt be stuck forever !!!
My mom finally got rid of her ~ I don't remember when ~ Or to whom she even gave the doll to ~ I think it was after I refused to sleep in my room, instead choosing to sleep in front of the linen closet by her room, that she finally gave in and sent the devil doll away ~ I laugh now when I think about it ~ But I wasn't laughing then ~ I'm glad, Amy that your sister enjoyed her Snoopy Snow Cone machine ~ And again, thank you for bringing back my Christmas memory !!!!!
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OH now you are VERY welcome, because I am so glad you posted this. What a story!! That is way too funny, now of course, but I bet it had to be terrifying for you and very disappointing to your poor mother. Thanks for sharing that.
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