Dear Santa 1969,
The rising and falling of the radical lights would really help me reach my inner chi. Lava lamps on acid would be totally psychedelic, man. My mom won't let me have one 'cause she said it's going to explode. I'm totally bugging, you dig me?
Dear Santa 1975,
So last week I beat the high score of Pong and it was, honestly, the best day of my life. When I heard that I could have Pong at home, I just knew I could really hone my reaction skills. Anyways, Mom always wants me to learn how to play tennis, but why go outside when I can sit and still work on my hand-eye coordination. If I got this technological marvel, I could just stay home from school and join the Pong circuit.
Dear Santa 1985,
Cabbage Patch dolls are the cutest ever! Their pudgy faces, stumpy arms and beady eyes make me so happy. I can't wait to hold my first baby, get the adoption certificate and take it on walks around my neighborhood. Dad said he would definitely fight in Wal-Mart to get one, even if he gets arrested. The precious things are so worth it.
Dear Santa 1997,
The new Duncan Butterfly Yo-Yo would complete me. Not only would I be able to practice sleeping and looping, I would also be able to walk the dog and go around the world. I just have to be careful because a girl in my third grade class lost a tooth when someone got a little excited with around the world. If I get a light up one, I can yo-yo in my room after bedtime!
