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It was the year of the ballerina on pointe and wearing a pink tutu. I wrote Santa after pouring over Christmas catalogs wondering which doll he would bring me. On Christmas morning, there she was. I lifted her from the box to see one eye pushed back into her head, permanently damaged! Didn’t those elves check toys?
My gasping shock was shadowed by Mom’s own distress at neglecting to inspect the box in a holiday rush. In the end the defect didn’t matter as I cherished my beautiful ballerina. My actual Christmas gift was learning real love isn’t always perfect.
4 comments:
Sweet.
Oh, Claudia, your eye-damaged doll would have been a great friend for my tongue-torn Shaggy Dog stuffed animal I received the Christmas I was eight. Sounds like we both got past the imperfections and ended up loving our gifts in spite (or because?) of their faults.
Good preparation for life, right?
Thanks for sending this.
Marylin
Awww...a misfit toy.
Lovely Christmas story, Claudia.
Donna
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