My Christmases growing up were happy ones because that was the only time my parents didn't fight. Now that i'm older and wiser I think it was because they were too busy combining forces to make our Christmas wishes come true that they didn't have time to fight or argue.
I always got EXACTLY what I wanted and I never gave it any thought to how hard my parents worked to fulfill this for my brother and me. I guess I felt entitled or in other words just plain spoiled. I am ashamed to admit that I had this mentality all the way through college. It wasn't until my father passed away at the young age of 50 about 5 years ago in Feburary that I realized how much I appreciated and loved my father for spoiling me not just on Christmas but throughout my life.
Now that I have a child of my own I realize it's not easy balancing what you can do to provide for your child and what you want to provide. I think I'm already inclined to spoiling him but I'd rather get my beautiful boy whatever he wants before I eye myself a new designer bag- the sacrifices come natural once you become a parent I suppose.

*Random Christmas Memory: Me wrapping presents and writing calligraphy cards out for my father's business contacts. My artistic skills came I
handy and my father was always so proud at how nice my calligraphy was and we would drink coffee afterwards. My mom always praised my gift wrapping skills.
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