So many of my fondest holiday memories revolve around Star Wars .

The Early Bird Certificate Package mom sent away for in 1977 was nothing more than a promise, (Kenner hadn’t even made the action figures yet) but it felt like magic.

Catching the last half of the The Star Wars Holiday Special after my cousin’s flute recital, a little miffed about the timing, but still curious about Bea Arthur’s involvement.

Santa Claus stashing the fully boxed Death Star play set in the back of my grandfather’s car the night before he assembled it on my fireplace mantle.

Action figures finding their way into my stocking well into my late teen years. Hammerhead, Walrus Man, even a Yak Face... All foolishly sold to a neighbor years later.

In my twenties, an old girlfriend gifted me a fairly expensi

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