To quote Ralphie Parker, "it was the greatest Christmas present I had ever received, or would ever receive". After hitting the "aren't you a little old for toys?" age, I was convinced to give mine to my cousins in Vermont. Many years later, my incredible Nana (RIP) and Gramp rescued him from a barn loft in Rutland, VT and returned him to me. He now stands guard over my office desk within arm's reach to my left. Stickers worn, pieces missing and much yellower for the journey, he never fails to elicit a smile when I look over at him.