I really like getting gifts, because I’m absolutely shallow and materialistic and like possessions a lot. I’m a collector of multiple types of things and when people get me something I want it makes me happy because it shows that they care I exist and they respect me enough to want to get me something I want.
Presuming, of course, that they go to the minimal effort to get me something off of my christmas list.
I have a sister that doesn’t believe in wish lists - not having one, not buying things based off of them. She thinks that reading a wish list is like being ordered around, and prefers to pick up things that she finds on her own, that she decides on her own initiative would be good gifts.
Which is a nifty idea in theory but in practice she would give people cheap crap they didn’t want.
After the pattern became clear there was open mockery when gifts from her were opened - which she wasn’t aware of, since she lived in a different state from everyone else and would mail things. My mom tried to get us to stop the mocking since it was mean, but the consistent awfulness of the gifts wasn’t to be denied.
I wasn’t amused, though, since (as noted) I consider respecting my wishes to be a sign of respect - and disrespecting my wishes is (thus) an insult. After a certain point I revealed my dissatisfaction to her, hoping she would get with the program and look at the damn lists I was sending her (like everyone else did). She refused. Things got heated. It got ugly. After a certain point we agreed to just stop exchanging gifts entirely.
Which is great! She now, finally, is giving me exactly what I’m asking of her: Nothing.
I do feel a little bad for her kids though - I’m a great gift-giver, and they’re deprived of that due to the family-level gift embargo. But there’s no way I’m going to poke that beehive again.
With everybody else, though, it all works great: I give them all lists, and they all give me a list - if they want to get anything, anyway. (If you don’t give me a list I’ll get you exactly what you asked for: nothing.) Piles of gifts exchanged, everybody enjoys opening them, fun is had by all, adults and kids alike.
(Okay, there are some hiccups - all my dad wants are Regal Cinema gift cards, so he gets a pile of Regal Cinema gift cards. Laaaaame. But whatever; at least he’s participating, which for him is saying something.)