Well the Christmas season came and went here in somewhat of a blur, I am sure I speak for all of the other toys when I say thank fuck for that. As I am sure you can imagine the holidays brings a real nervousness to the toy box as you never quite know whether youre going to be usurped by this years newest fad.
A couple of the old timer hand me downs still speak with a real fear of the Christmas of 1997. There was a real blood bath once all the new toys were in the box and when the dust settled mid January all that was left were those Teletubby bitches, a few toy cars and a couple of books. You couldnt move for a bloody lala or a po wherever you went it was hell I tell you. Oh and trust me that Tinky Winky…nasty piece of work. He came across all sweetness and light but he was a real twisted bastard and had a thing for Barbie’s smooth bits. #MetooBarbieSmoothBits.
Another plus was the great time the children had as Mr dressed up as Santa for them though Mrs seemed pretty keen on the whole thing too and couldnt do enough to help. I even heard her asking him to empty his sack for her one night though from all of the noise they were making I am surprised they didn’t wake the kids up.
Happy New year from the toy box.