
I know everyone who reads 61 FPS was a model child who was very thankful for the gifts they received at Christmas. Nobody went home loaded down with socks and underwear, tears stinging the backs of their eyes. Nobody played wistfully with the Manger scene, replacing their unfulfilled toy soldiers and enemy aliens with Joseph and the Shepherds. No, we were always good and unselfish.
Okay, but the Christmases that left us with mountains of toys effin' rocked, right? We still spared a thought for the poor kids who woke up to nothing but a can of pumpkin mix, but kind of forgot about them as we attacked our loot.
We were lucky, but at the same time, Christmas was often the only time of year we could hope to score games. Maybe that's why the holiday makes me so nostalgic; I was sometimes gifted with items I hadn't even dared to ask for.
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