In our house, we always got to open one gift on Christmas Eve. My mom would pick which gift I would open. So on Christmas Eve, I got to open my one gift. Guess what it was... no, not a Cabbage Patch Kid. :-) It was a handmade nightgown that my mom had made herself. She was not even close to being a seamstress, so it wasn't the best nightgown in the world, but it was nice. Before I went to bed, she apologized again for not being able to find a Cabbage Patch Kid and said that she hoped I would not be disappointed with my gifts on Christmas.
The next morning when I woke up, I rolled over right on to the most peculiar thing... a Cabbage Patch Kid who had on the exact same nightgown as me! I was surprised and nervous. I wasn't sure if this was a dream or some sort of trick or mistake. I tiptoed down the stairs to find my mom with my new doll. I just had a smile on my face and was like... "is this for me?" I thought, if this is some sort of dream, I don't want to wake up!
Sure enough, my mom had the doll the whole time. (But I am sure you knew that, right?) But she hadn't completely lied to me. She did go to every store in town, (this was long before we had the internet in every home and online shopping). Finally, she went in to a store called "Toy World". they told her they were all sold out, like everyone else. She asked them if they could just take one more look in the back room. The guy working there decided to go ahead and check, and would you believe he found ONE doll. And it was the perfect doll for me. Similar hair color, similar eye color. She couldn't have chosen a better doll herself. I even loved the dress she came with. Her given name was Ginger Eugenia, but I renamed her Allison Marie.
Twenty-four years later, I do still have the doll. I took her everywhere with me for about a year. She's a bit beaten up, but I would never get rid of her. I appreciate the planning that my mom put in to making it a big surprise for me.