When I was growing up, I was bought, not loved.
I demanded, and got, and was a horrid spoiled bitch, as a teen, not a child.
Yes, DD gets at Christmas, but she's loved all year round, and there's the difference.
Christmas day in our house is fun.
Presents, but also singing/dancing/silly games/wearing cracker hats/cooking together/snuggling for a film.
In my home it was a huge amount of presents and then, oh, that's it, well, other than my Dad being horrible about me having the presents, and my Mum saying she'd buy me more stuff if I didn't make a scene.
Then I'd say I wanted X and Y, all the while wanting a cuddle.
I still remember the year I said I wanted £90 Versace jeans (I was 17) and got them, plus another couple of hundred quids worth of stuff on top, and all for 'behaving' on Christmas day. (that's after the presents)
It makes me feel sick.