A nice little fruitcake, like everyone else.
When we were kids, it was a big deal. We had a huge family, and my grandparents had a big ole house. We’d draw names, and then get a present for whosever name we’d drawn and there was a limit, but I dont’ remember now what it was.
I don’t really remember ever wanting anything really fanatically for christmas like the kids nowadays seem to do (Oh my God, stop me), like the Tickle Me Elmos or whatever the version of TME is this Christmas. We just had fun opening stuff and being surprised. I honestly don’t remember very many actual presents, other than the ones my mom gave fairly often (barbie stuff, hairbrushes and girlie things in our stockings when we got older)
If we really wanted something specific, we’d campaign to get it just because we wanted it, at the time we wanted it, regardless of the time of year, but not because Christmas was approaching.
Anyway, sorry I wandered off.
No, as I mentioned in another thread, most of our immediate family (since we’re now spread to the far ends of the earth, my sister and I in AK, cousins from WA state to Scotland and so on), we mostly call and wish happy holidays, or send a card. Up until my grandmother died, we still got a five dollar check (what comedian did the bit about what you started at is a locked rate?). I still have the last one she sent. I never cashed it.
Ooops, wandered again, I could go on for pages about wonderful family memories that have nothing to do with presents.
Anyway, about 10 years ago, my mom, sister, daughter (who was mid teens) and I started a new personal Xmas tradition. We didn’t buy anything for xmas, except for my son, who was then very little (and he’s just now a teen, so we still get stuff for him. Even my son, who’s a teen says “eeeh, I dunno, anything’s cool” when asked “what do you want for Xmas”).
But the next day, we took what we WOULD have spent on exorbitant, way overinflated pre-xmas prices, and we went shopping the xmas sales. We had lunch someplace fun, and we went to a movie.
It was sort of a “why don’t we try…” the first time, but it was such a hit, that it went on until my mom and daughter moved from Ak. My sister and I will likely carry on the tradition this year as well.
I HIGHLY recommend it (boyCOTT, boyCOTT, boyCOTT, boyCOTT!!!), even men could do it, you know, you could shop someplace “guyish”, and maybe go see a game or something? (not that ALL men have to be guyish).
Remember: boyCOTT, boyCOTT, boyCOTT, boyCOTT, boyCOTT, boyCOTT, boyCOTT, boyCOTT!!!