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Happy Holidays, everybody!

Published December 30, 2014 by The Merida Review

How was your Christmas? Things were a little strained around here. In laws were here for a visit and there was this thin veneer of good humor that kept cracking and you’d hear quiet tense conversations in odd corners. The in laws left the day after Christmas, and things got better right away.

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Christmas without children isn’t that much fun, really. Being a collectible doll, I have nothing to do with children anymore. They’re not allowed near me. And, yet, we all have our memories, our past lives when we were what we were supposed to be. Toys. Real toys owned by real kids.

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Some of us were lucky enough to be Christmas dolls. I wasn’t, but I have friends who were. It must’ve been grand, waiting under the tree for Christmas morning and getting to see the look of joy on your child’s face when they first set eyes on you. However, I got to see a few Christmases from the other side, with my child, and those are pretty special, too.

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Christmas at the best of times, for an antique doll, is a bittersweet affair, clouded with memories. I look forward to it every year, the tree, the decorations, the smell, the lights, but there are always a few times when sadness kind of chokes me up, you know?

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But this year, because of the in laws, Christmas was barely Christmas. It doesn’t sound very nice to say that since Tom and Vicki didn’t have a very happy Christmas, it made it easier for the rest of us, but there you have it.

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New Year’s, however, is a different story. We are getting ready for a big party – a human party – champagne, a jazz band, hors d’oeuvres, the works. Woo hoo!!! It’s all we can talk about!

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It can, of course, be really hard to behave at times like this, stay silent and motionless on our shelves when all around us there’s music and dancing and talking and laughter. People will be admiring us in the early hours, but once the party gets going and the wine starts flowing, they forget we’re here and we can be a little lax. A little. Not too much.

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New Year’s parties go way into the wee hours, so it’s really hard to wait till they’re done before we can have our own celebration. We don’t care so much about the actual years, that’s more a human thing, I guess, and when you’re as old as I am, a few more years are nothing. I think time passes for us in a different way, actually. We spend so much time dreaming.

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I wish I knew where my clothes are! I have a brown satin gown that would be absolutely perfect for this. Trimmed in fur. A showstopper! If nothing has happened to it, of course. We’ve had the conversation, you and I, about looking across the room and spotting a doll wearing one of your outfits. Oh my god. Collectors are notorious, parceling out your private things to anyone they think can squeeze into them. I wonder how they’d feel if we did that to them? Started passing out their things to anyone who walked by? Ha!

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Show a little respect, people!

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But I digress. Take a deep breath, dear, count to ten. Ahh. Much better! Now where was I? Oh yes, the party!

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I am excited about the band! Vicki has a cd of their music and I was listening to it, sort of a retro twenties style jazz combo. I can’t wait! I just wish I had something from that era to wear. The clothes look like so much fun, but of course, I am from another time altogether, and being dolls we are forever frozen into our time periods….

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Not to mention, the way I’m constructed, I wouldn’t show off a short skirt very well. But it would be fun to try. Make a note. I am going to ask Penn tonight what he thinks of a 1920s theme costume party for us. We’d have to come up with our own costumes – that would be a challenge – but we managed to put together costumes for their play last year. Speaking of which, I wonder if they’re going to do another. It was so much fun!

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Oops, digressing again. It seems to be a habit of mine. One step forward, two steps back, and then one sideways. Yep, that’s me.

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So, anyways. Happy New Year to all of you, and I hope you have champagne, too. Or something festive. Or if you don’t, just think of us and the after party (there are always so many good things for us to scrounge, after a drunken human party!). Think of us and BE JEALOUS!

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Ta ta!

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