My all-time favourite and, in fact, the only one I remember getting was a very old Remington typrewriter with a white blob on the T key (so I had to learn where it was) when I was about 14. My auntie, uncle and three cousins were staying so, with my brothers and me, that made six children. The other five ignored their presents and queued up to have a go on my typewriter.
My mum remembers the year that my younger brother, aged about 12, was desperate for a bike for Christmas and there was no way the budget would run to it. One day my mum saw a secondhand bike for a couple of pounds in a shop. It was very rusty but she told my dad who went to have a look, saw that the frame was sound so bought it. They spent evening after evening, once we were in bed, sanding it down, replacing spokes and painting it. Christmas morning my brother rushed into the sitting room when we were told we could get our presents and stopped dead. He was not at all demonstrative but he yelled, "Yabba Dabba Doo!" at the top of his voice and threw himself at my mum, wrapping his arms AND legs round her. She says that that reaction made all the late nights and sore fingers worth it.
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