Paul was The Christmas Toy. Before the age of computer graphics puppets were king. In this case, Paul was a playful tiger, Jamie’s favorite toy & top Christmas present from last year.

It is Christmastime once again & Paul wishes to rekindle the joy of Christmas morning. He must sneak under the Christmas tree, but when he gets downstairs discovers in what should be his box Meteora, Queen of the Asteroids.

What a strange creature she is — a toy who does not believe she is a toy. Meteora begins to cause mayhem round the tree. There is a singalong of some variety & a Christmaslike resolution of the whole problem.

Nevertheless, a distinguishing feature between The Christmas Toy & say, Toy Story, is the peculiar natural laws of The Christmas Toy Universe — in this land, when a roaming toy is found by a human it freezes forever! No more life for the toy, it is a plastic shell of the smiling life that was once inside. So, for Paul to be found out of his playroom place under the Christmas tree would be suicide.

The happiest moment of his life, his first Christmas reveal, can never again be created.

 

Paul was

 

“I don’t think it is very interesting, & the work just winds by, passes the time, it becomes a counting game of minutes to hours to weeks to dollar$. Each day pulled out, unwrapped, eaten, & forgotten.”

 

Paul was in the dreams of his victims, a specteral child murderer stalks the children of the members of the lynch mob that killed him.

Paul was on the pay movie channel, a scary film young children shouldn’t have been viewing, but egged on by the group, they watch.

Paul was the kind of discipline parents give children when others are around.

Paul was after time enough for redness to drain from face, a change of pajamas  (no longer the identical batman version his other guests were wearing).

Paul was a psychotic murderer institutionalized since childhood escapes on a mindless rampage while his doctor chases him through the streets.

Paul was water splashing on the homevideo lens, then

Paul was at Camp Crystal Lake.

Paul was “That is the fastest time tonight Guy, 12 seconds. How do you feel about being the apple bobbing Halloween sleepover champion?”

Paul was the soul of the lake shore strangler, transferred into a doll’s body.

Paul was “alright Paul, hold on a second. I am recording Guy

Great job at getting that apple.”

 

water dripped down Guy’s face. His gappy smile had flecks of apple between the few teeth that hadn’t fallen out yet. or been replaced. 

Paul was “watch me watch me watch me daddy look here!”

Paul was replayed in real time, a video shot composed in five year-old mind.

Paul was in the video a screaming young boy seeking the camera’s eye. To make certain the importance of actions were recorded.