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The Cabbage Patch Christmas

Submitted by on December 23, 2010 – 10:56 am7 Comments

By Rachel Negron

As frigid temperatures outside dropped, my home was filled with the warmth of my family during the holidays. The aroma of fresh Puerto Rican pasteles made by mi abuelito along with arroz con gandules and coquito filled our Brooklyn two-bedroom apartment — not the usual chestnuts or eggnog.

Growing up in my house, Christmas was always special, especially Christmas 1992. I call it the Cabbage Patch Christmas. I was 10-years-old. I can remember it like it was yesterday.

I grew up with two brothers and a sister. We played together, fought together, and laughed together. Christmas was extra special because of my siblings. We shared our toys and made up funny games to entertain ourselves. One of our favorite things about Christmas was the candy. We used to get that big plastic mesh stocking; you know which one I’m talking about right? It used to be filled with toys, puzzle books, and candy canes.

Back in the day, times were hard for a family of six on one income. I never really got what I wanted. Although we never made lists to Santa Claus, we knew our parents would do their best to make us happy, whatever it was they bought us. It wasn’t a surprise when you didn’t get what you wanted but that Christmas of ’92 was different.

The night before Christmas I awoke because of noises I heard coming from the living room. I crept out of bed and sneaked a peek through the doorway. There, I saw my parents working together, building what looked like little strollers and beside them stood two boxes and in those boxes were two Cabbage Patch dolls. I could see them smiling through the plastic window on the box. I grinned with excitement! I couldn’t believe what I saw! A Cabbage Patch doll for me! My very first Cabbage Patch! I was so excited! My mom quickly shooed me off and back to bed I went.

Half asleep, I thought to myself, “Is this a dream?”

Christmas morning came and I woke up and made a beeline for the living room, where our gifts sat beautifully wrapped and patiently waiting for us girls and boys to rip through them and discover what was inside. Even though I already knew what it was, I unwrapped my gift with an immense amount of excitement and happiness. There was my stroller and my new Cabbage Patch doll and whole new set of memories waiting to be made. I gave my Mami and Papi a huge hug and kiss and ran off to play with my dolly.

That was my Cabbage Patch Christmas and I will never ever forget it.

I cannot seem to locate my first Cabbage Patch doll, but I am not too sad since I played with her so much. But, on my 21st birthday, my sister-in-law actually surprised me with a Cabbage Patch doll! She knew how much it meant to me and tried to recapture the moments. Her gesture and her gift meant a lot to me.

I hope that each and every Christmas my daughter experiences is just like my Cabbage Patch Christmas.

Rachel Negron, is a full-time working Latina mommy and blogger from New York City, who loves to give her all to her family and friends without forgetting herself in the process. Her blog is My Life…Simple & Beautiful and upcoming, The Digital Latina.

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