My parents never bought me ANYTHING, and I mean absolutely nothing outside of Christmas and birthdays, and what I got then was never anything big or exciting either.
They were quite well off and only had 2 children, so it wasn't a question of not doing it for financial reasons. They're both still tight and mean to this day.
My aunt was so good to me when I was a child. She lived nearby, wasn't married and had no children of her own. She was good to all (10) of her nieces and nephews, but because I saw her pretty much everyday, we would have been very close.
When I was younger, she used to buy me colouring books and My Little Pony. She bought me Mandy and Judy and Bunty magazine every week. As I got a bit bigger she bought me lots of books, Enid Blyton, Babysitters Club, then as I got older Sweet Valley and Judy Blume, and Just Seventeen magazine ever week.
My mother used to get very abusive towards me telling me that I was 'a spoilt brat' and that 'she was going to 'put a stop to all this'.
To this day (and I'm nearly 40 now) the best Christmas present I ever got (from my aunt of course because Santa was never very obliging) was the A La Carte Kitchen. I can still remember ripping the wrapping off of this huge box and couldn't believe it when I saw what it was. She bought me a proper bike too when I was about 11.
She died suddenly when I was 19. I miss her, and I don't just mean her presents. I miss her as a person and wish I'd gotten the chance to get to know her as an adult.