My dad has a saying that he repeats incessantly (with a heavy lisp, I might add) when the holidays roll around that goes, "Christmas is for the children."
The holidays were prime as a kid. You could write a letter to a metaphorical man in a red outfit to bring you things you didn't really need, or get presents for eight consecutive nights, or simply enjoy family time with far-off cousins from other states.
ONE37pm's editors recall their favorite holiday presents of childhood and recount what they loved most about it. Do you remember any of them?