December on Mayne Island photo by ldyck
A Christmas Present
She came into my life on Christmas day. How old was I? Maybe nine; maybe younger. I tore off the wrapping paper and she captivated me with her long silky hair and pretty dress. When I pulled the cord she spoke with a pronounced British accent. "What's playing at the cinema?"
She balanced on her tip-toes until I pried her legs apart to make her sit on a plastic horse. After that, there was no more balancing on tip-toes for her.
In my carefully crafted tales, she was a bed-ridden, though devoted mother to a brood of Dawn dolls. Married to Ken, she lived happily-ever-after.
Barbie was my favourite Christmas present until many years later my boyfriend gave me an engagement ring.

Barbie was my favourite Christmas present until many years later my boyfriend gave me an engagement ring.
Christmas day...