For the past few months, I have been inundated with requests from my youngest son for a toy from one of his favourite movies … Toy Story.
And, not just any toy.
A Woody toy.
But, not just any Woody toy.
My four-year old had very specific requests about this toy.
It had to be … a Big. Soft. Talking. Woody.
You’re all wondering does such a thing exist, right?
My sister … bless … tried and failed to get him the perfect Woody doll for his birthday, so I had to assure him that if he stayed off the naughty list by Christmas that Santa may bring him it.
I know, I know.
You’re all … what’s she like? Christmas shouldn’t be about the presents, the consumerism, the branding. Where’s the peace, love and good will toward each other? Believe me, I totally get that, but what can I say when this toy is all your youngest has harped on about for months?
Fuck all that.
I was bound and determined to find this Woody doll for my baby this Christmas.
You’d think it would be easy. I actually started to look for it as soon as we arrived over here, but in the run up to Christmas there aren’t too many toy shops that carry said doll. And, enquiring about it either in person or via telephone was no easy feat for someone who snorts and chuckles as much as I do, let me tell you. With only a couple of weeks before the big day, I still hadn’t found one.
Just as I was about to admit defeat, I managed to track down an online boutique toy shop that had one left in stock. I called to get clarification that it was indeed a big, soft, talking Woody doll and felt like I’d won the lottery. The price was absolutely extortionate, but no matter. I ordered it and celebrated the end of my quest with a happy dance.
Until, that is, the return of Snowpocalypse.
I will admit that it was at this point as I looked out at the never-ending snowstorms, that I might have started to panic. A bit. Well, not just a bit … a lot. But, the real heroes of this worst winter ever came through for me and hopefully every other online shopping parent … the delivery dudes. Woody was dropped off a couple of days before Christmas.
The look on my wee boy’s face this Christmas morning when he opened that toy was absolutely priceless and so worth it all.
Happy fucking Christmas y’all.
Tags: christmas, funny, holidays, humour, kids, parenting, toy, woody
Aww. I was waiting for an already dispatched parcel from Amazon for father-in-law, who would have understood the situation, unlike a child, I didn’t phone or harrass anybody to hurry the order up for Christmas, as I thought there would be more important presents awaiting delivery, like this all important Woodie and other much needed toys – good news though, my parcel arrived anyway, two days before Christmas
I think Sophie received that exact same Woody! Does he know when you take off his hat and put it back on? She really wanted a walking, roaring Rex from TS. There were all sorts of Rex toys, but none walked and the one we saw that roared did not, according to Sophie, roar correctly…it was too quiet. Needless to say, Santa wrote her a letter telling her that he did not make that sort of Rex this year, but he will next year. Now, how to get Santa to actually come through on that one!
Ah Baba is a Toy Story fanatic too, he got this Woody for his birthday in October. But for Christmas Nanny and Grandad brought him a talking Buzz, a small Woody, Buzz, Bullseye, Rex, Jesse and Ham and he a remote controlled RC so we are Toy Storied out in our house at the moment. So lovely when they get just what they want though isn’t it. xxx
Way to go Mom!
Lukas watched Toy Story for the first time not long ago and got it for Christmas. He is now Crazy for Buzz since he has always been crazy about rockets and astronauts.