Lindaloo wrote:Aw, I found the Pebbles Doll I had.![]()
You better take good care of me!!!!!
*winks*
I have a cabbage patch story for you all. I spent 3 years in a children's home as a child. Every year right after Thanksgiving we would do a dinner show for some people at a hotel. We would sing songs and then go around with baskets where people would pick out a button with different names on it. On a table in another room were index cards with our names on it and toys or things we wished "Santa" would bring us. The people would take the name from the button and look through the index cards and pick which gift the wanted to give us.
At this point I knew who Santa really was but many of the other children were young enough to believe. They would ask us a few weeks before hand which toys we liked. Because I knew who Santa was they just asked me straight out if there was anything I would like. One year I immediately said I wanted twin cabbage patch dolls (I was 10)...this was when they were all the rage and hard to get. I was reminded gently that I probably would not get that gift as it was very expensive...but my heart was set on it.
Christmas eve rolled around and I opened one of a couple packages ...some wonderful soul out there bought them cabbage patch dolls for me! I cried over the cabbage patch dolls and named them after my brother and sister (boy and girl twin cabbage patch dolls) who I hadn't seen in a couple of years. Even though I had asked for it I still didn't expect to receive that gift. I still wish I could meet the person who got those dolls for me and let them know how much that gift meant. I think of him or her every time someone brings up cabbage patch dolls. It is one of my favorite Christmas memories and had to share.
Christine