Dear Santa

I am sure that my Christmas list was one word written in crayon.

This is how I remember it now.

Dear Santa,

Have you lost weight?! It is 1983, and all I want for Christmas is a Baby Skates Doll. I don't want or need anything else. Just make sure that I get my very own Baby Skates Doll for Christmas, or I am going to turn up the television and dance like a child hopped up on Faygo Rock & Rye and Halloween candy every time the commercial comes on. Santa, I will run directly to the toy isle every time I am inside of a Toys R Us and stare longingly at the yellow box containing fifteen inches of molded plastic with my eyes glazed over until my point is clearly known. I will dream about her wind up back (no batteries required) and awesome skating capabilities all night long, and then recap that dream all day for my mother and father to listen to until there is absolutely nothing else they can do but get me that little skating freak with the hot pink running shorts and short blond hair to appease me. Unless, Santa, you where to just make sure that I get what I want for Christmas (this isn't a threat, technically).

Thank you in advance for meeting my demands
(I mean, getting me what I want for Christmas),

"Minni" Muttpuppy

On Christmas morning, my brother and I tiptoed down the stairs to the decorated blue spruce and gazed upon a mass of green and red boxes with ribbons and bows. We started shaking every box that was for us, giggling and shrieking with excitement, trying to be as quiet as possible while purposely waking our parents and other brother from their slumber. I shook every present until I found the one I knew just had to be my soon to be most cherished doll. The commercial was replaying over and over in my head as I imagined her rolling around the kitchen as we ate our breakfast later. I wasted no time ripping open the paper to find my very own baby skates inside! That exact moment was probably the happiest I had ever been in my short life to that point. In fact, it could have been the most pure moment of happiness that I have felt even up to right now. Soon after, a whole new emotion over came me. I wound up her back, stood her on the floor and watched as she proceeded to fall flat on her face. She fell again, and again, and again, no one had obviously taught her to skate. My whole world crashed down on me. My hopes and dreams crushed. This was the exact moment in my life, I not only realized that you can't believe everything you see, but also, I had put all of my eggs in one basket by only asking for her. I had been so persistent in getting only her, that I never asked for anything else. I had never prepared myself for the possibility that Baby Skates could be a fraud, a metaphor for life. Christmas went from my happiest moment to my worst in a matter or minutes. I tossed aside my molded plastic failure and went back into the living room to watch my brothers open all the rest of their gifts while I sat with a "lost puppy in the cold" downward turned face. Although I was hurt by this experience, it didn't last long. Many Christmases have passed since and I have learned that asking for multiple things means not being disappointed (same with life). I have also learned that I am an adult who has the power to buy things for myself and return what doesn't work! Little bit of Life Lessons 101 people. Life has also taught me something else, and that is to stop making fun of my mother for washing all of my dolls and putting them away in boxes to preserve them. I used to think it so strange that she (or anyone for that matter) would ever want to save such a thing as baby doll. Now, I want to pick up my phone and thank her. Maybe I could ask if she could dig out old Baby Skates and send her to me, simply for nostalgia purposes. Oh, who am I kidding? I just found out she is selling for over $145 on ebay!

Here's the commercial that made me crazed for my own little skating doll

Click Here to see Baby Skates in action

Two Redhead Girls Played By

Jenny Lewis
Golden Girls
Roseanne
Black And Decker PopCorn Maker Commercial
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Emily Schulman

Troop Beverly Hills
Small Wonder


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