Okay, so many of you already know I'm Irish, still actually living in Ireland, though I don't even know why anymore with the state of the place! Anyway, I digress.
Elsa. Frigging ELSA! This Disney movie has snowballed (haha) into epic proportions, and I don't think anyone was quite expecting it to be as big as it is. The Snow Glow Elsa doll is HUGE in Ireland this Christmas; it's what every little girl (and probably some boys) are asking Santa for.
Thing is...it's sold out, impossible to get. Some stores took orders (and money!!) from customers based on a shipment of dolls that's not going to be here for Christmas, despite their reassurances.
You can picture the scene, can't you? Remember that scene in Friends? The fight over the wedding dress? Or the entire premise of that Jingle All The Way movie? Holy shmokes, it's like Armageddon here. A 45 euro doll is selling online for up to 200 euro. It's madness. And only the Irish can do this madness so well.
After trawling from one shop to another after hearing choice snippets from the grape vine, I was left...Elsaless! Noooo! My five year old little girl would make my life a living hell. Literally a living hell. So, being the cyber-supporter I am, I took to Amazon in search of the holy grail otherwise known as Snow Glow Elsa.
Eighty seven euro later, Elsa was MINE! But I still worried, despite selecting a faster shipping option, that she wouldn't arrive for Christmas, and it would all be for nought and I'd still be in the dog house with my little girl. I contacted the seller like a mad stalker woman, demanding he promise me her arrival before Christmas.
Perhaps it was my over-abundance of exclamation marks, or my outright honesty about the monster I live with (all children are monsters until they reach a certain age, and five is not it...) but he sent me a reply within moments of my hastily worded plea. She would be here; he swore it on the lives of his as-yet-un-conceived children. If he was wrong, I would sacrifice his ability to have children. Or maybe I'd let him have one, just so he knew the absolute TERROR of your child wanting -- no, NEEDING -- the most unattainable gift. Every. Single. Year.
This morning as I was sitting on the couch, there was a knock at the door, and lo and behold, it was ELSA!!!
Well, it was the postman, but he had Elsa with him.
I've never breathed so easily in all my life.
What are your little monsters looking for this Christmas? And are you able to get it?
I hope so, my friends.
Have a blessed holiday period!