Tuesday, December 23, 2008

A Blogmas Carol

The mission.
It was important. I carried the Message, needed to save us all.
They planned long term, thought ahead. I was to sow the seeds of rescue before the problem really became apparent. How would we achieve this? ‘Tell a child’, they said. Tell a generation of children. Whisper the words that would save them while they slept at night, let them hear it subliminally. Knit it into their dreams
They chose Christmas to send us out, planted us throughout the world cleverly, organically, an idea that proved all too brilliant. They made me too well.


On the shelf, I waited, for the moment they told me to expect. Large hands reached out, I was pushed into a bag, and I waited further. I was wrapped in paper, waiting, waiting. I couldn’t move yet, though they told me I’d be able to as soon as I was loved. It was killing me, this all pervasive, overwhelming desire to suck my thumb. I could feel it, twist push, and I’d be alright. If sweating had been something I’d been built to do, my fur would have been soaked, the need of it! If only I could move my arm.

And then the day came. Through the paper I could see the glow of fairy lights. I could no longer smell the Christmas tree, I’d been inhaling its fragrance so long. Hands grabbed me excitedly, upended me to open the paper. Light bloomed around me again and I saw shining black patent leather shoes, white socks with diamond patterns, the skirt of a red velvet dress… arms encircled me, squeezed, I was christened, I was Suzie, and, oh, oh, a chubby hand caught me by the arm and raised my clenched fist to my mouth, twist pop, it was in, it was in! I could suck my thumb. I was born to do this. Monchichi, that’s me. Freckles. Hard plastic face. Ears. No small sized one, I’m giant, I almost hug back. Beloved. A friend. There was something I came here for, but I think it was this.

In the years that ensued, I’m ashamed to say, I lost the message, I lost the mission. It wasn’t til I found myself here, in the dark, alone for a long time, that I remembered why I was sent here. I’m no good to anyone in an attic. But maybe, maybe one day there will be another child, maybe I will get a reprisal, a chance to tell them how to fix the problems they’ve created will come again. A new generation, readier to listen. Maybe next time I won’t forget what I’m here for. I will remember, and pass the information on, before I am subsumed into toyness again.


14 comments:

Maxi Cane said...

I always thought dolls were freaky.

jothemama said...

A Monchichi, you Phillistine
I'd better go find a picture. I had one, of the Christmas Day in question, but tragically I can't find it.

whoopsadaisy said...

Wow, a little dark ther Jo, I like it! Put up a pic alright if you can, I've no idea what a Monchichi looked like

Lottie said...

OMG - I think I had one of these. I had to look it up as the name wasn't familiar - but HOW CUTE ARE THEY?!!!! I have such a hankering to play with my old toys now.

K8 the Gr8 said...

Yaaaaayy!!! When I first read the words thumb and fur, I frantically hoped you were talking about a Monchichi and it turned out you were!!! Awww, I miss my Monchichi. Such a cute little monkey.

jothemama said...

Children of the Eighties! We rule!

K8 the Gr8 said...

http://www.whatthejorge.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/monchichi.jpg

jothemama said...

Yep, I stuck one in. I'm really sad, because somewhere I've a perfect photo of me by the tree holding up the Monchichi all delighted.

She is in the attic, but I'm a bit scared of what sort of condition she's in - might be too depressing!

Xbox4NappyRash said...

Good stuff that.

Darragh said...

Brilliant! Actually when you wrote It was killing me, this all pervasive, overwhelming desire to suck my thumb. I had an idea you'd be talking about that, but wasn't sure what they were called. Great story :)

raptureponies said...

aWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW Monchichi takes me back!!!! :):)

raptureponies said...

And Happy Christmas!

Compulsive Cook said...

I saw a child with a Monchichi in Heathrow on Saturday night. As I was two hours from the end of a 24 hour journey, it practically caused my utter collapse. All I wanted to do was sit on the floor and suck my thumb until some child took pity on me and brought me home.

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