I remember the year my dad told us we were going to have to give up
our Hess trucks. Apparently this is a New York thing (or at least a
Northeast thing), but Hess trucks were THE toy to get every Christmas.
Being
told we had to hand over the Hess prize for some poor little kid who
wasn't getting a visit from Santa was kind of like being told the big
guy didn't exist. My brother and I were devestated.
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