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1972 - A G.I Joe with life-like hair and a kung fu grip, blonde, with a scar on his face, dressed in a white coveralls, and he would talk when you pulled the string coming out of his back. After a few swimming episodes, he more or less gargled when you pulled string, and you could not understand him, but I thought it was the best gift Santa had ever left me under the tree.
1989 Three plane tickets to Orlando, Week @ Disney World. Eating Dinner each night in a different country @ Epcot & Drinking French coffee & eating Pastries watching Illimunations (laser show & fireworks.) Lingering in the park after! The Christmas decorations are unreal! Love it! Not to forget all of the fake snow blowing off the buildings @ MGM & drinking hot cocoa with snowmen walking around. Way Cool!
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3. My mom, knowing me as well as she does, got me 4 collector plates from Shirley Temple movies...her thoughtfulness overwhelms me sometimes and in this instance it made me cry.

2. Last year, Geddon surprised me by having my diploma from UNA put into a shadow box style frame.

1. The best gift I got was actually the day after Christmas nearly 6 years ago in the form of our middle indian.
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when i was 9 the "3 year old doll" was the popular gift for girls. i wanted one so badly. christmas morning came and we opened gifts. no doll. oh boy i was disappointed and i think pouty because of it. our whole family was there including grandparents and aunt. the time came for coffee and my mother asked me to go to the kitchen to get more cups. on my way to the kitchen i discovered my three year old doll standing in the hallway holding a coffee cup!! it was a very memorable christmas for me!
There's 3 I can think of that I really, really loved:
The first was actually on December 7 of 1994... I found out I was pregnant....

The second was when I was 13 and my sister and her (then) husband got me a subscription to Reader's Digest (I know... weird for a 13 year old to get excited over that... but I was not a typical 13 year old)

And the third was four years ago. I have a picture my dad painted for me on my first birthday in 1963 of Jesus with the Children, he also had made the frame. The frame eventually came apart and was lost. I stored the painting in a closet for a few years. 4 years ago my husband managed to sneak it out of the house and had it cleaned and re-framed for me. I actually cried over it. It now hangs in my living room.
It was Christmas Eve and it had been a long day. I had worked a double shift at the department and I had gotten home around 11:30PM. My wife and already gone to bed, and when I got home she got up and helped me put together those toys that state, so simple to assemble. I had taken us quite some time and aroud 1:30AM we were through. She had already gone to bed and I was in the process of heading to the bed room when my son, who was 2 at the time started crying. After trying to get him to go back to sleep, I picked him up and took him into the living room where the Christmas lights were still on. I set down in the rocker, cradled him as his head rested on my shoulder. As the quietness of the night played silently throught the house, I listen to my son breathing and fell asleep to the rythem of his breathing. It was around 5AM when I woke up with him still sleeping and the weight of his little body had set my left arm asleep.
As the Christmas lights reflected red, green and blue of his slobbered cheek, I realized this was the best gift any father could have ever received, and my 2 year old son had given me a gift that I would cherish for the rest of my life.

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