Writer Wednesday

Here’s today’s writing prompt:

What was your favorite Christmas present you received as a child?

Christmas 1990 (at least, I think it was 1990) was a GREAT Christmas. I was still on the side of the fence that somewhat believed Santa was real. I mean, there was a big part of me that thought my parents were the ones that filled up our stockings {we’re the ‘cheaters’ that open presents on Christmas Eve; I knew Santa didn’t bring those} but I also figured that my parents left stockings to the Fat Man in Red because they had had enough of shopping and wrapping gifts.

Anyway, Christmas morning 199something, my sisters and I woke up at our normal 3:00 a.m. “Let’s-go-see-what’s-in-our-stockings” to find the most glorious gift waiting for us. I’m talking the Holy Grail for all ’90’s kids: a Nintendo. A freaking NES was waiting in all of its monochromatic beauty.

nintendo

I’m pretty sure our squeals were so high-pitched that windows broke. We FLIPPED out! We could not believe that we were looking at our very own Nintendo! I can’t remember all of the games we had, but I know we played the crap out of Super Mario Brothers, Duck Hunt, Super Mario Brothers 3, The Little Mermaid, Yoshi, and Dr. Mario. We loved that game system. It probably paid for itself within the first month of us receiving it. When we got older, we didn’t play games on it that often. But I will never forget how excited we were with our “latest and greatest technology”.

 

(Fun fact: When we went back to school after the break, my sister Bridget was being teased because she said that Santa had outdone himself this year. “Santa’s not real, Bridget!” a kid yelled at her.

“Oh yes he is!” she snapped back.

“How do you know?”

“Because my parents can’t afford a Nintendo and there was one under our tree on Christmas!” she explained.

You just got PWNED, kid.)

 

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