Even though I’m surly today, this article about the pain and joy of the Christmas season put a smile on my face. My joy, age 8: getting a Cabbage Patch kid and therefore gaining admittance to Carrie Van Hoosier’s “Cabbage Patch Club” (the little bitch had eight of ’em). My pain: mine had glasses. I know Mom was trying to make me feel good about myself and all, but I just felt like a big nerd who had a big nerd of a doll. I still got in the damn club though.
