Just the other day I found myself sprawled on the sofa enjoying some 'TV time' over half term, with the glowing box of entertainment positioned in the corner lit up, shimmering in its glorious full power, when unfortunately, my favourite show cut to commercial. A 'Toys R Us' advert came on.
Two things popped into my mind were 'Christmas' and their infamous jingle. So, I was about to start singing the usual jingle when shock horror, it was a new monstrosity. I was appalled, my life was dwindling, tears were welling, fear was striking. Where has my childhood gone?
For the past years of my life, this advert has provided me with the joyous memories of being 4ft tall, Christmas and bikes. With Christmas rapidly approaching I am now starting to think about what I want for Christmas.
"Can I have a 'Baby Annabelle'?" "No"
"Can I have a Barbie?" "No"
Well what can I have?
By the time Christmas is here I will be 17, and presumably 17 is an awkward age to buy for, as I'm not old enough for a Bentley Continental (graphite grey if you're asking), and I'm too old for Barbie. So what can I have?
Ideally I'd like a gift voucher for 'Toys R Us' so I can just go there every so often to play on their bikes, touch the v-tech laptops and reminisce about the good old days of effortlessly walking around the shop picking out things that I wanted, needed and desired.
It's weird how a 30 second advert can put your life into perspective and make you think back to the good old days of glass coke bottles, black and white TV and 4 TV channels. I remember those days oh so fondly and, oh, how I'd love to go back.
Anyhow, I must stress that I am most displeased with 'Toys R Us' poor taste in Jingles and I think that they should have me to re-write and record one for them.
Several possibilities could be: 'They call it 'Toys R Us', Christmas time with less fuss'
'Toys R Us - the place you can get a toy bus'
Need I say more?
What Christmas memories do you have from your childhood that you are fond of?
Squabbling with siblings? Snow? Waiting up to hear those reindeer hooves click?
Feel free to comment, and let me know.
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