He ran down the stairs, it was Christmas morning after all. He yelled, “Mom! Dad! It’s Christmas!” If you heard this little boy’s voice, you would think the world wasn’t so ugly, because it contained so much pure joy.

A few minutes later, the parents gathered around the tree and met their son by the presents. One by one he opened the gifts, but none of them were as good as the last. Sure, he loved them all, but when the last one came, his big blue eyes shot out like lasers.

His father gave it to him to open, and when he did he looked up at his mother and father with the most surprised look they had every seen, “Yay!”, he screamed in an excited, cheerful voice, clapping over the box. “You got me Barnie! The new retro Barnie, the one that is spelled B-A-R-N-I-E, not B-A-R-N-E-Y!”, he said in amazement, still in awe of the fact that he now owned what was, in his mind, the greatest thing in the world. “Thank you, Mommy and Daddy!” And with that, he ran into his room and played for hours.