I am still on a break from writing the blog, but how can I not write about my Nativity?
As always, we have the Big Three, as the Holy Family is called here. But we also have another family present, along the back: the Bat family, Nightwing, Batgirl and Bugs Bunny as Batman. These were all gifts. We had Batgirl as children, well, my sister did. She (Batgirl) did not have hands that lent themselves to our favorite game with the Mego superheroes: sliding them down fishing line from a second story window over a tub of mud and trying to dislodge them into the mud. Sadly, this is probably why none of our toys made it to adulthood in good shape. But now I have her, in 12-inch form no less. Since there are three, it seems a good plan to make them the stand-ins for the Kings, even if one of them is more likely a queen than a king.
I am a sucker for Green Lantern. I think it is mainly because he can make anything he has the willpower for. He also has a great rhyme. I figure this figure, which I got from my brother-in-law, will be the angel.
There is Buffy, of course, at far right. Last year, one of my nieces got married and asked me for some Nativity figures. I did not really think that she wanted my awesome type of Nativity. However, I could not avoid getting her a similar Buffy. You can always use a slayer to fight off “the forces of darkness; to stop the spread of their evil and the swell of their numbers.”
Sports card wise it was also a pretty good year. My brother gave me a Boog Powell card, knowing my love for the orioles, and Rickey Henderson rookie card. But my favorite card, or my favorite baseball card, is this Mickey Rivers from my collection. I would just like to state for the record that I hate the Yankees and always will. But this was the best card I have of Mickey, and he said one of the best things I have ever read: “Ain't no sense worrying: If you have no control over something, ain't no sense worrying about it -you have no control over it anyway. If you do have control, why worry? So either way, there ain't no sense worrying." I also got one of my older nieces to autograph a card from when she was playing hockey. Her team had been inducted into the town Hall of Fame.
Greedo makes an appearance mostly because he is much maligned, undeservedly in my mind. He was a petty thug, not a killer.
And finally there is the cowboy writing riding an ostrich from the island of Misfit Toys. Santa wraps things up.
