Har we still have two original furbies with their little idiot tags. They still work and talk to each other in their stupid furby language.
Isn’t a Hatchimal the same as a Furby in an egg-shaped case that splits? After it opens, what have you got besides an overpriced gadget and a useless, cracked plastic egg?
Anyone for a pet rock? Now that was a toy!
I was lucky – my godfather (although fuck him, he’s an asshole), got my Cabbage Patch Kid when he was in England. HA!
Yes. Except these monstrosities have blinky eyes and move on their own. Which is why you smash them with the vastly superior pet rock. 
A friend got ours in Denmark, where there were as many as you wanted just sitting there. No shortage, no problems.
I just went through my stuffed animals and dolls recently and my CPD was so ragged she had to be tossed. 
I think parents get into it more than kids do. First I got a home-made cabbage kid, which was cool. (What I REALLY wanted was I was five my Barbie town house, and yes, I got it) I think if “Santa” leaves an IOU, kids will understand.
(I remember when I was five and I could hear “Santa” putting my Barbie house together and I got all excited telling my parents about it. That’s what Xmas is about when you’re a kid. Just the magic of it all. Even if it “Santa” can’t get it get it right away, (“he’s busy, the elves are over worked, the demand is very very large”) they’ll understand. Kids are stronger and more resliant than we think they are. If anything, kids are strong than adults are.
My sister wanted a horse. She received a lemon pie. She was happy.
Yesterday a friend and I were talking about how we were getting excited about the holidays, and what it was like when we were kids, and one of the things we shared was our memories of the toys we never got. They weren’t sad memories at all, just memories of the excitement of that one toy you really, really wanted, and how you got all sorts of great things that you loved, just not that one.
I think it’s probably a good thing for kids to go through, to realize that even though you don’t get everything you want, you can still enjoy the holidays, and there’s something magical about just wishing for a toy.
I’m thinking that our memories would not be as fond if we had gotten those toys we wished for. It was the anticipation and idealizing of them that made them so great.
Interesting story about Sara Gruen (best-selling author of Water for Elephants) who paid about $151 a piece for over 150 hatchimals on eBay hoping to resell them for a lot more, as a means to raise money for legal fees an innocence project that she is working on. She’s having trouble making her scheme work, and the value of the hatchables will likely crater once Christmas has passed.
http://time.com/money/4591978/hatchimals-sara-gruen-resale-ebay-flipping-profits/
As a side note, my daughter purchased one of these toys, with her own money, back in September. Was a major let down for her after the stupid thing hatched, after about an hour after she activated it. As someone above, said, after it hatches, it’s basically a Furby. Definitely not worth the $65.
My mother gave the youngest Barbarian a Hatchimal earlier this year, before anyone else had ever heard of one.
It was mildly of interest for about ten minutes while it was in the egg, but it’s in the egg for 20 minutes to an hour.
Then it starts to hatch, a one-time-only process which takes about half an hour. That’s cool because the kid has to destroy the toy in order to play with the toy.
Then it’s hatched, and the first question is: can we put it back in the egg? (You can’t. Ever.)
Total play time in the four months since: 10 minutes.