The country might have been up in arms about the whole Happy Holidays deal, but in our house, nothing said Merry Christmas quite like "MY ARMS ITCH."
It's been fun having so many years of stories to sort through, and often, I'll run across one I'd almost forgotten. Like the year of the head.
When Celeste was 4 years old, she caught Barbie fever, and her passion for collecting them was fervent. So for Christmas that year, her grandparents thought she would be thrilled with one of those big Barbie heads, even though Celeste had never seen one before.
On Christmas Eve, with the family all gathered around, Celeste excitedly ripped the paper from the top of the package, lifted the lid, grabbed a fistful of synthetic blonde hair and pulled it up out of the box.
And saw that it was just Barbie's head.
She dropped it and screamed, "Someone cut off Barbie's head!"
Nothing we could say could convince her that the bodiless head was supposed to be that way, that it wasn't evidence of grisly revenge taken against Barbie by a wronged mafia lord (or Ken). The head went back to the store.
And I went to the computer and wrote it all down.
Karin Fuller can be reached via e-mail at karinful...@cnpapers.com.