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Pokèmon Gameboy Christmas- In Color!
By: Michael Barker
That Christmas was a bittersweet experience. I was in 4th grade, when the Pokèmon craze was in full swing. I was no different from the rest.
All of my classmates love to exchange Pokèmon cards each day before school. Eventually the teachers banned them for no good reason that we could see. What was wrong with exchanging cards anyway? How about the other kids who would smuggle in their Gameboy Pockets to play at recess? They would play then play only the hottest games: Pokèmon Red and Blue. I saw “they” because I wouldn’t participate.
You see, I didn’t have a Gameboy Pocket; the only Game Boy I had was an eight-year-old fat, grey, ancient one that had once belonged to my Mom. I couldn’t bear to let the other kids at school see what I was playing Pokèmon on. I would never be able to live it down! I owned Pokèmon: Red at the time; One day, while out shopping at Wal-Mart, I had begged my Mom for the cartridge nearly the entire time we were in the store. I was even annoying myself! But, when she finally gave in, it was well worth the effort. How was I determined to be a Pokèmaster if I didn’t even own the game? I think that was the argument that finally caved her.

Anyway, the exciting part of my story starts in another Wal-Mart in early December. I remember loitering around the toys and then wandering with my brother, Ryan, to the electronics section. Once there, I saw the most beautiful thing in the world to a nine-year-old boy: a shiny, new, Special Edition Pokèmon Gameboy Color!
I just about fainted when I saw it. I wanted this thing more than I ever wanted anything before- even more than Mom’s Pizza. This was the one thing that would wipe those smug grins off the faces of the rich kids at school; none of them owned this, and I was sure that none of them even knew about it! SWEET!
So, the naïve child that I was, I calmly strutted up to Mom and announced, “I want that Gameboy." She just sort of stared at me like I was a **** or something, and walked away. I stood there dejectedly. Would this woman who bore me deny me a simple $100 request? What’s up with that?
For the next week or so, I sulked and pouted whenever she was around. I wouldn’t let her choose my clothes for school, and wouldn’t touch the lunches she made (No matter who good they looked). I wanted that Gameboy, and I was willing to do anything to have it- including stave to death!

Finally, Christmas time rolled around, and everyone was jolly and in the holiday mood; everyone except me, that is. I was seething at this point: I kicked the dog on the way up the stairs one day, to vent my feelings, which wasn’t exactly a good thing. He rolled down the steps a bit, but started foaming at the mouth. I sprinted up the remaining stairs and into my room, before he could catch me. I was feeling just a little humbled. Later, as lay on my bed, crying phony tears as loudly as I dared, I heard a firm knock from my door. I sniffled a little, as I shuffled towards the door. It was Mom.
She pulled me aside and we sat on the steps together.
‘What’s wrong, Michael?” she asked, in that soft, motherly voice that I hated to love at that point. It always worked, but I knew that if I didn’t act soon, she’d know exactly what was wrong.

“Nothing…” I replied quickly. “I need to go clean my room!” Then, just as soon as I said it, I grimaced. Why’d I say that? That’s the one thing you never, ever hear a kid say. She picked up on my error and a doubtful look appeared on her face. I, seeing the inevitable end, confessed my Gameboy fantasies to her.
“Did you really want it?” she asked uncertainly. I just sort of let my mouth hang up. This woman wouldn’t recognize a hint if it danced naked in front of her! She stood up and said, “Sorry, honey. Dinner’s ready.”
And that was the end of that… or so it seemed.
Christmas Eve arrived, and the day was spent in anticipation of the present (The only present I cared about) that I would get to open that night. Even if I didn’t get the Gameboy, Mom would try to make it up to me somehow, right? That’s just how cool Moms are.

We had a short Family Home Evening type of thing with a lesson about the true meaning of Christmas (Which I wasn’t paying the slightest bit of attention to; I was busy tapping my foot impatiently and scoping out the presents under the tree) Finally, after a short prayer, we got down to the business: the actual present opening. Somehow, we decided to go in age order, which meant I was dead last, so I painfully had to watch my brother open his new Playstation game, my sisters with their dolls and books, respectively. Then finally, I got to open my present and…
It was a Playstation game- Spyro the Dragon. Now, don’t get me wrong, I loved Spyro, and rented it as often as I was allowed; I couldn’t possibly be disappointed with it, but the lack of my beautiful Pokèmon game ripped at my insides. I didn’t quite cry that night, but my stomach hurt horribly. In the morning, my older sister literally jumped on what was left of my young body and screamed, “Get up, lazy bones!”. Of course, I didn’t need much encouragement; Pokèmon Gameboy or not, I was ready for Christmas, just like every other child in the world!
However, to the disgust of Ryan and my one sister, Emily, my older sister, Clare, decided to sleep in a little late. We had to wait a while for her to finally make her entrance. That’s just evil.

The presents were all pretty cool. I received another game, this one called Frogger, to go with Spyro, and even a Jurassic Park car to go with my toys, among other things. As I sat humbled on the couch, playing feebly with my new toys, I tried to tell myself that this Christmas wasn’t so bad after all. However, my moral had never been lower. I had been denied my electronic device.
But then, just like The Christmas Story, my parents asked me what THAT was behind the tree. I felt like little Ralphie himself as I carefully walked to the tree. Almost daring to be hopeful, I grabbed the rectangular package from under the Tree Skirt. Could it be? YES! There, under at least eight layers of wrapping paper was my glorious Gameboy. I screamed in utter triumph… and relief! YES! There is a Santa! It was just as beautiful as I imagined; my eyes moved up and down it’s beautiful yellow body.
I hardly listened as my parents droned on about their little lying scheme just to enhance the surprise, but, I have to admit that, in hindsight, I really like how they did that, for, it taught a few lessons; One, that I can’t get whatever I want whenever I want, at the snap of my fingers (Or sniffle of my nose), and Two, that disappointments happen. Also, I learned the valuable virtue of patience along with the fact that rubbing a brand new Pokèmon Gameboy in the faces of the other kids at school on the first day back from Christmas Vacation feels pretty dang good!
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