When I was a kid, my dad’s work used to host a children’s Christmas party at the local theater. There was usually some movie shown and presents were given to all who attended. One year my cousin went with my brother and I. When it was time to get our presents, he got this awesome Aurora model kit of Batman and I got some dopey basketball game. I really was jealous. That was just based upon the way the box looked. It was even more aggravating when I had seen the built up kit at his house a few months later.
Strangely enough, it had never occurred to me to actually ask for that model for either a Birthday or Christmas. I had received lots of models over the years, but they were usually the science types. I must have built every anatomical kit there was. I could have come pretty close to building an entire human at one point.
I recall, I had always gotten really great gifts growing up. Fun toys that I still remember fondly. It is very odd that I can only remember asking for a specific gift twice in my life. The first Hot Wheels set one Christmas and a bike for my Birthday a few years later. It’s hard to imagine that there were not a lot more requests to Santa, but none that stand out looking back these many years. Maybe in a family of five kids you learned to not ask for too much and appreciated what you got. Fortunately, for me, it always seemed like more than enough. I probably trusted Santa’s better judgement in the gift selecting category. Too bad he blew it on the Batman model.
Yo, Saint Nick, I’m still waiting!
