Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring except for Joe Bear being held hostage in the attic by some radical anti-toy adult terrorist named Kris BinBearladen, aka Ms. Ebearneezer Scrooge…………ME.
SET ME FREE!!!
BEHOLD the torture of a stuffed bear.
This is the story of Joe Bear’s capture, release, and lessons learned.
Joe Bear’s life probably began in some sweat shop in Taiwan, but little is known of his birth. As a newly born stuffed cub, he was adopted by the Big K. If you’re as old as dirt, like me, you’ll remember the Big K. It was the Walmart of my childhood and where toys and knock-off Adidas tennis shoes lived.
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Big K took Joe Bear and hung him from the ceiling where he ruled the airways of the toy department. One November when I was 10, I stepped into the shadow of Joe Bear’s luminous skyward presence. When I looked up and saw his smile, it was love at first site. He cost $18. I knew Mom, knowing she was Santa, could afford $18 and made sure she knew that my ownership of Joe Bear was a life or death situation. I talked about him non-stop in the following weeks.
Right before Christmas, Mom sat me down and explained to me that when she had gone to buy Joe Bear, he was gone. She had been too late. TRAGEDY STRUCK! I cried. For days. My life was over. Unbeknownst to me, Mom began a crusade to find another Joe Bear. One snowy day close to Christmas, the “Mom Is a Hero” goddess shined upon her. After going to every Big K in a 75-mile radius, she found a Joe Bear. Imagine my surprise on Christmas morning. Santa who? Mom, was and still is a hero.
Joe Bear grew up with me, but when I got married, he obviously lost prominence. My ex-husband honored my need to not throw away any of my childhood toys, but gently requested we put them in the attic wrapped in plastic. Joe has been an attic hostage ever since.
During a recent visit to the Christmases of my childhood, I started thinking about Joe Bear. I decided to rescue him from the attic this past weekend.
Joe Bear is Free! He use to have a smile, but one of my dogs chewed it off a long time ago. He still smiles in my heart.
My mom has given me many gifts over the years, but Joe Bear is one of my favorites. The memory of how I felt when I walked around the corner and saw him sitting on the couch on Christmas morning is priceless. The story serves as a reminder to me: Under no circumstance should I ever allow disappointment to sink me into an apocalyptic despair. Joe Bear miracles do happen.
Just in time for his release, Joe Bear received a credit card application in the mail today! I am not making this up!
On his first day of freedom, Joe Bear received fan mail from Citibank.