Yes, as a kid growing up in the 1960’s, I had one of these things—“Frankenstein Loses His Pants.” Frankenstein—actually, it was Dr. Frankenstein’s monster, they got it wrong on the box—would stand on his tombstone with that horrible green face of his and his hands and arms would claw the air and then his pants would fall down and his face would turn red.
The “show” didn’t even last for 30 seconds, but I wanted that toy badly for Christmas one year and got it. Of course on that year, like any other year, I got shirts and pants and socks and stuff I didn’t give a damn about, but I got some other good toys too. My parents and grandparents (AKA, Santa) always overdid it.
Now, “Frankenstein” is gone, but I wouldn’t say long gone. I held onto that thing for a lot of years but it finally got lost in a move.
I’ve said for a while now that Christmas is really for kids. “Frankenstein” was one of my favorite gifts. I told you one of mine—now you tell me one of yours.