Everyone always told me that Christmas was about giving and not receiving. "Bullshit," I used to think. I realized as I was lying sick on the couch next to the Christmas tree, waiting for my family to open their presents, that I really didn’t care what I got this year. While I’m quite thankful for what I did get, I was far happier to see my parents and sisters get some of the things they wanted. I guess they were right, whoever they were. I think it was the media. Perhaps Hollywood. I’m sure I read it somewhere.