Christmas presents were kind of a big deal at my house growing up. My parents liked to get us stuff...they still do.They loved playing Santa Claus. Didn’t mind my sister and I getting up at 5 AM on Christmas morning. Took pains to make sure we had similarly-sized piles of Santa gifts and wrapped gifts. And they always got us good stuff.
I got a Death Star for my Star Wars action figures one year...a groovy record player...many authentic US Army surplus supplies to feed my neighborhood war-making habit, a 10-speed bike, a Sears KS-1 camera…
One year my sister got the 2-XL I’d asked for...it was their only misstep in a decade plus of flawless Santa-ing.
They also bought great clothes...which, as we grew into teenagers was a very good and rare thing according to friends.
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