Dear [personal profile] sophiap, I am very sorry I completely spaced on writing on December 10th. Buuuuuuut, your suggestion of childhood toys is extremely apt for this space between Christmas Eve and Christmas Day.

When I was a tiny kid, I had a fuzzy toy seal named Skidder. Sadly, I don't remember what happened to Skidder, nor do I remember what happened to the furry pink bear that came after Skidder. (Dammit, I don't even remember her name. Augh!)

However, on Christmas Day in 1977, Gunderson Bear came into my life. I had asked for a Gund bear for that Christmas, and my parents found a super-fuzzy one for me. Gunderson became my closest companion, and went pretty much everywhere with me.

On Christmas Day 1979, Murphy Bear came to join our family. Much like his older brother, Murphy joined me for all sorts of adventures.

I still have them, and they're the bears that are my most frequent bedtime companions. (With Clovis Devilbunny and Prudence bunny keeping a safe eye on me through the night from above my pillow.) And every year, at midnight on Christmas Eve, I wish them both a happy birthday.

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Wait, didn't we have a similar question recently? Anyway, people who know me know my answer to this.



That is the Gunderson clan. See the bear in the middle? That would be Gunderson (with his siblings Augustuson and Minderson), who is my oldest bear. He arrived in my life the Christmas I was 9, and he went with me everywhere. He now (mostly) hangs out in the armchair lair of bears, with ....



The Murphy clan! (I don't have a recent photo showing the other two members, must fix that.) Murphybear is in the middle (with Thirby on the right and Dearby on the left), and he became part of the family on Christmas day when I was 11.

And then, of course:



[livejournal.com profile] clovisdvlbunny. Er, holding the head of Sauron in this picture. Clovis turned 21 this year. Clovis was the ring bearer for mine & the Stroppy One's wedding. Clovis sleeps above my head every night. Clovis has yet to give me bad advice (and believe me, he is not shy about giving me advice.)

I am the perfect target audience for the Toy Story movies, and "Jessie's Song" turns me into a sobbing wreck every time.

EDIT: Here, a story that explains my relationship to my fuzzy companions. Long ago, I was dating a not-very-good guy. Misogynistic, emotionally abusive at times, controlling, tried to isolate me from my friends, the works. One of the main things that finally made me realize that I needed to break up with him? When he informed me that when we moved in together, I was going to "get rid of the stupid stuffed animals".

Whereas the Stroppy One, when we were planning the wedding, said "I assume Clovis is our ring bearer?"
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