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Christmas has come and gone.
In the car, on the way to my sister's house, my parents asked me:
"What Christmases do you remember?"
I thought for a while, soaking in the question. I pondered and suddenly I remembered only one Christmas.
When I was seven(ish) years old, the movie Anastasia came out. I was instantly attached. The film captured the nature of my being. I am, after all, Russian and my father informed me shortly after watching it that my great uncle was killed while guarding the palace in which Anastasia was. If you recall, the guards are swiftly over taken in the beginning by the uprising of the people. He was murdered by the angered citizens as they rioted into the palace.
Thus it was that I was so in love with the film. I imagined my other great uncle, also a guard but he survived, being like Demitri and rescuing Anastasia. I imagined them being in love like the movie. Marrying. Children. I was such a imaginative little punk back then.
Well, for Christmas my parents got me the Barbie of Anastasia and Demetri. I ended up getting two Demetris because my friend also bought me one. I played with them constantly. Anastasia came along with this precious little cassette that playes "Once Upon a December" from the movie. Man, I loved those Barbies.
My birthday was in March so, three months after Christmas, my party came around and GUESS WHO WAS IN TOWN? Anastasia on Ice. My parents payed the hefty sum and I was able to drag along ten friends. That is a lot of cash. This is a Disney event. On ice. Sweet. The whole show I sat, jaw dropped, staring at the skaters.
It's funny how I remember the simplest Christmas. The Barbie doll. The party following it. The most precious of all gifts was the smallest that year. What happens to our youth? To that light that made the tiniest thing seem so awe-inspiring, so important, so magical. I'd give anything to get that simple child-like innocence back. It is the greatest gift of all.
[P.S. : My fetish for Anastasia led me to do a research paper in school about her. I read multiple history books and later discovered that she was gunned down shortly after the government was toppled. The whole movie was complete fiction. I was left aghast.]
If you want to comment, answer me this: "What Christmas do you remember most?"
In the car, on the way to my sister's house, my parents asked me:
"What Christmases do you remember?"
I thought for a while, soaking in the question. I pondered and suddenly I remembered only one Christmas.
When I was seven(ish) years old, the movie Anastasia came out. I was instantly attached. The film captured the nature of my being. I am, after all, Russian and my father informed me shortly after watching it that my great uncle was killed while guarding the palace in which Anastasia was. If you recall, the guards are swiftly over taken in the beginning by the uprising of the people. He was murdered by the angered citizens as they rioted into the palace.
Thus it was that I was so in love with the film. I imagined my other great uncle, also a guard but he survived, being like Demitri and rescuing Anastasia. I imagined them being in love like the movie. Marrying. Children. I was such a imaginative little punk back then.
Well, for Christmas my parents got me the Barbie of Anastasia and Demetri. I ended up getting two Demetris because my friend also bought me one. I played with them constantly. Anastasia came along with this precious little cassette that playes "Once Upon a December" from the movie. Man, I loved those Barbies.
My birthday was in March so, three months after Christmas, my party came around and GUESS WHO WAS IN TOWN? Anastasia on Ice. My parents payed the hefty sum and I was able to drag along ten friends. That is a lot of cash. This is a Disney event. On ice. Sweet. The whole show I sat, jaw dropped, staring at the skaters.
It's funny how I remember the simplest Christmas. The Barbie doll. The party following it. The most precious of all gifts was the smallest that year. What happens to our youth? To that light that made the tiniest thing seem so awe-inspiring, so important, so magical. I'd give anything to get that simple child-like innocence back. It is the greatest gift of all.
[P.S. : My fetish for Anastasia led me to do a research paper in school about her. I read multiple history books and later discovered that she was gunned down shortly after the government was toppled. The whole movie was complete fiction. I was left aghast.]
If you want to comment, answer me this: "What Christmas do you remember most?"