I grew up asking for everything under the sun for Christmas, but I knew I wasn't going to get it all.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I love presents, But since I've gotten older, I haven't really wanted anything. Christmas is about family.
For a long time all I wanted for Christmas were books about outdoor survival. I was convinced that the woods were calling me. I camped a lot, I took classes. At 18, I told myself if I don't live in the woods by myself by the time I'm 25, I have failed.
My family always makes a huge deal out of Christmas.
On the whole, I prefer Christmas as an adult than I did as a child.
My mother would give my brothers and me a pile of catalogues and let us pick what we wanted for Christmas.
As a child, I was bonkers for Christmas. The entire month of December, I couldn't sleep at night from anticipation.
My parents still treat Christmas like I'm thirteen years old.
I really want a Christmas in New York one year, when it's snowing. Like, it's Christmas morning, and you have a fight with someone, and you run down the street, and it's snowing, and you can't find them.
We never really had any kind of a Christmas. This is one part where my memory fails me completely.
Growing up, I didn't have a lot and always wanted things. But I was too prideful to ask for anything; I always worked for it.