It finally arrived yesterday. I thought maybe they had become a thing of the past. But no, there it was, hidden behind all the other mail.
A Christmas Toy Catalog from Kmart.
Just looking at it reminded me of my childhood, lying on my stomach, watching cartoons and circling pictures of things I hoped to recieve on Christmas.
Alas, as the youngest of six, there tended to be lots of circles around everything and not a few tears in the pages (except on the clothing pages).
Still, I held catalog, stroked it gently, then opened it and clicked my pen.
Okay, I didn’t circle any toys, and I did like a few ugly Christmas sweaters, but for the most part I stuck with kitchen things. Holiday dishes and appliances that I’d never buy myself because I didn’t really need them.
Now I’m waiting for the Toys R Us catalog.
You’re never too old for toys or catalogs, are you?
Until next time.