Went over to my mom's house on Sunday while my sister and her three sons were there. They were rampaging as usual - three boys will do that - but the center of attention was the new Sears Christmas Wishbook.
Now, let me warn you. If you are, say, thirty or older and have fond memories of an actual book that Sears but out full of toys for Christmas, the new version would disappoint you, to say the least. Today's version is more of a magazine, limiting the wish list my nephews can make.
I remember being young, primary school-aged, and getting off the bus in early November always wondering if the Wishbook had come yet. Note the capitalization - this was no mere catalog to be looked at once and thrown in the burn pile. Oh no, the Wishbook let you dream about things you would never see - at least not until you were old enough to buy your own. I know my sister and I wore out my Grandmama's Wishbook. We would go through and circle things and fold pages down - just waiting for my mama to get there so we could push the catalog at her to be sure Santa would know what we wanted.
There were drum sets and guitars, telescopes and machines that would take old bottles and turn them into polished glass stones. Oh we were soooooooooo excited. And there were trampolines, something I had always wanted, and dolls, and horses. I could go on forever.
But Sunday, there was my four-year-old nephew all excited about a bowling game that works with an air hockey puck. And my nine-almost-ten-year-old nephew had already circled two or three PlayStation games he wanted. So I guess the Wishbook is still capturing kids attentions, and I'm glad of it.
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