It was around the same time as the other Christmas memory (77 or 78). This one wasn’t at home, but ended with tears and being reprimanded for being an ungrateful brat. A stretch to believe, right? Shush you…
As you might have guessed, you clever clever person, the story involves Ken. Barbie’s just as effeminate partner ~ or at least one can assume based on the poofy images to the right.
We were at my Dad’s parent’s house with the entire family. I am only 4 or 5 years old, therefore I am uber excited for the present opening portion of the evening. It never comes soon enough.
I dive into my presents. I know the familiar shape of that beautiful box…I can’t wait to rip into that paper! Awww man, it’s just a Ken doll! I was so bummed. I cried. What a little shit. And my poor Uncle Mike…
There is probably a picture of me looking all disappointed followed by a picture of me being banished to the back room as punishment for being a brat.
2 Christmases ago, my little nephew did the ceremonial opening of the first present. It was a book. Now normally, the kid is a bookworm and excited about reading. Yeah, not on Christmas Eve. He rips into the package and exclaims “it’s just a book” in the whiniest tone. It was quite funny. Last year, my brother, his Daddy, opening his first present. He followed suit. Seems we have a new family tradition and my nephew will have a story to reminisce about when he starts his blog 30 years from now.
And seriously, what’s up with the Ken dolls? I don’t remember there being a Neil Diamond, Christopher Walken, or Justin Timberlake Ken doll…
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