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Greyhawk wasn't always grey...
And in young Greyhawk's world nothing made Christmas a more tangible reality than the annual arrival of the Sears Christmas catalog.
Once you could flip those pages you could really start to plan your Christmas in earnest. You knew just what toys you wanted, just by looking at those flat, two- dimensional images. In your minds eye, of course, you were already playing with them.
I was never a greedy kid; I rarely wanted more then 2 or 3 toys from each page of the catalog. I'd dilligently circle them, and to this day I vividly recall the 95% I never got as among the major disappointments of the first decade-and-a half of my life.
See the GI Joes? They were not really combat soldiers at that point in history, they were more "adventurers" with life-like hair and kung-fu grip.
Every day I wanted a different one. Some days I wanted all of 'em.
But let me assure you I got plenty of stuff for Christmas. To this day I'm not sure how the folks could have done it.
Proof in my mind, of Santa Claus.
Just the other day I was telling my son about the Sears catalog.
My sister and I would fight over it. Then we devised a code. Things she wanted were marked by a red circle and things I wanted were marked by a black triangle. As we got older our marking became fewer. We reasoned that it was our greed that prevented us from getting the whole list. If we could be more frugal, Santa, dad, and the fates would think more kindly of us.
The only thing the Sears catalog lacked was the pony.
Looking back, I'm amazed we each got as much as we did. We certainly deserved far less.
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