I would wait, I decided. I would be patient, bide my time and purchase one for myself once I was a grown up and enjoy the cold, fruity goodness Mr Frosty provided as much as I wanted.
Of course it never happened. I grew up and realised my mum was right (but shhh, don't tell her that) and Mr Frosty is a bit, well, crap.
I wish I could go back to that sulking kid and tell her not to waste her energy sticking out her bottom lip. She will one day think of Mr Frosty as a rubbish lump of plastic, doing the job any rolling pin (or sturdy object) can do to a bag of ice.
What did you ask Santa for but never receive?
This blog post is in celebration of Cally Taylor's new book, Home for Christmas, which is on sale today.
Beth Prince has always loved fairytales and now, aged twenty-four, she feels like she's finally on the verge of her own happily ever after. She lives by the seaside, works in the Picturebox - a charming but rundown independent cinema - and has a boyfriend who's so debonair and charming she can't believe her luck! There's just one problem - none of her boyfriends have ever told her they love her and it doesn't look like Aiden's going to say it any time soon. Desperate to hear 'I love you' for the first time Beth takes matters into her own hands - and instantly wishes she hadn't. Just when it seems like her luck can't get any worse, bad news arrives in the devilishly handsome shape of Matt Jones. Matt is the regional director of a multiplex cinema and he's determined to get his hands on the Picturebox by Christmas. Can Beth keep her job, her man and her home or is her romantic-comedy life about to turn into a disaster movie?
You can buy Home For Christmas from Amazon here