I don't have a favorite gift, but I do have many that are all tied to the same thing. Friends and family have given me baby Yoda gifts throughout the last two years since they know how much I love him. I started watching the Mandalorian not long ago, and I wasn't in the greatest of moods at the time, so it was a comforting show for me. I began to build a bond with Grogu, who is usually referred to as "baby Yoda" by everyone. Everyone thinks I'm obsessed with him, but I don't think so; instead, I view him with love. Almost all of the presents I've received for Christmas, are of him.To be honest, I love it. I love how something that makes me so happy is given to me, and how receiving them makes me even happier. Especially if they're unexpected. It makes me feel so special to be told "I thought of you" while being given a plushie. You name it, I have it: posters, lego sets, figurines, pillows, blankets, shirts, socks, phone cases, hand sanitizers, and so on. Don't get me wrong, I've bought a few things with his photo on them, but receiving them is special and warms my heart. This fictional character holds such a special place in my heart that it brought me much comfort while I was going through a difficult time. However, when I think about other people's reactions when they see him and give me these things, I think of how special they are to me, and I have a core memory to tell about each item since it means so much to me when I receive it.
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