Stupid Santa, can't get anything right.

For at least six weeks Violet has told everyone with ears that she wants a Bouncin' Babbles for Christmas.  I'm serious - anyone who has passed within six feet of us has heard about Bouncin' Babbles.  This morning she says, "Mommy, I don't want a Bouncin' Babbles after all." 

Me:  "But if Santa brought it to you anyway, you'd love her, right?"

V:  in abject horror, as if I'd suggested she eat her own arm, "Nooooooooo!"

WTF?  I was so excited - she's the only one of the three that I absolutely knew was going to have an awesome Christmas morning.  Now what?  She's still getting the damn doll and Santa's going to have Hot Bourbon Milk Punch with his cookies.