I grew up in a magical era when the cooling breezes and shortening days heralded in the holiday season. Like migratory animals there was a feeling in the air. For me that feeling unleashed a craving - a manic desire that could be quenched in only ONE way. I needed the Sears Wish Book!
Each year as the changing seasons evoked my Yuletide lust for toys, my Mom would take me to the local Sears Catalog store where the lobby was piled high with these massive tomes of holiday cheer. At 600+ pages, the Sears Wish Book contained everything I needed. I knew it was full of clothing and housewares, but the last 75 pages were mine! Every toy and electronic device a child could want was there.
The heft of the Sears Wish Book amazed as much as it delighted me. I was a modest kid and didn't make outlandish lists but that enormous catalog was my seasonal bible of all that was good in the world. I studied it. Mastered it's contents. And dreamt of play sets, G.I. Joe, handheld electronic games, and game consoles.
Drop in on our Elf on the Shelf, Nolan, who renounced his role as Santa's North Pole tattler to become a retro gaming warrior!