The Worst Christmas Gift Ever

The Worst Christmas Gift Ever

Once upon a time, there was a little girl with curly hair. One Christmas she wanted a Princess Barbie more than anything else.


She hoped and hoped for weeks and looked at the Barbie in the Sears catalogue every day. Finally, the big day came and she was ready to hold and play with her beloved Barbie. Present after present was opened and no Barbie doll. Finally, the little girl got to the last present and knew, deep in her heart, that this was the Barbie.

Her sister opened her last present and lo and behold, it was the Barbie. It was so beautiful. The little girl’s heart plummeted as she took off the wrapping paper of her final gift and revealed a book. It was the first book of the Captain Underpants series.

  • the-adventures-of-captain-underpantsThe little girl couldn’t hold back her tears and bawled and bawled as her relatives laughed. “Wait until you read it,” they said, but the little girl vowed not to read this horrible book with a fat bald man in his underwear on the cover.

The week after Christmas rolled around and the little girl was bored. Even playing with Barbies had lost it’s charm! The little girl had read all her other books, and had no choice but to open the accursed Captain Underpants.

The little girl opened the book and prepared to be disgusted. However, her relatives were right.

The little girl laughed and laughed and read the book over and over again. She begged her mother to go to the store and buy all of the books in the series, which her mother did with smug satisfaction that she was right.

That little girl was me, of course. I learned a valuable lesson that Christmas. I was a little too young to learn the lesson about being a brat, which I was being. What I did learn was the value of books and reading. I still love the Captain Underpants series to this day, in all of it’s silly glory. Nothing can replace a good book.

Merry Christmas!

-Kelsey J.

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