I really wish the safety idiots would allow us to have toys like the good old days when Christmas brought us toys like this: The "Man Who Saved Christmas" (rent it, a truly inspiring and true account of what A.C. Gilbert did when the evil government killed Christmas by turning Gilbert Toy company into a munitions factory) should be on everyone's Christmas movie list. Now, as you all know, Bob loves his munitions, but come on, government . . . can't you leave Christmas alone? The Gilbert U-238 Atomic Energy Lab was a great toy. You had everything you need including, three radiation sources and types. You could play with Alpha particles, Beta particles and my personal favorite, Gamma particles. Harmless fun for the atomic scientist buried deep inside every young boy and girl. Not to mention, not one or two or three, but four, count 'em, FOUR Uranium-bearing ore samples. We can't even get Creeple People refills; Incredible Edibles, Thing Makers, Lawn Darts, refills for my Gilbert chemistry Set or Vroom Engines for my Schwinn Orange Crate (Krate, some say) I say we need the stuff I remember, like Eazy (Easy?) Bake Ovens, Chemistry Sets, Credit Cards with large limits and Erector Sets with the sharp metal bits. Please, no more socks. I hate socks. Send me cookies, a Red Ryder BB Gun, some Goop for my Creeple People Maker and perhaps cash like Granny gave me.