This Christmas was interesting, because in the previous years my parents have liked to get for my sister and me each one bigger deal sort of present and a few other smaller things, e.g. one year I got a big ass guitar amp and some books, and this year my sister got a brand new bike and some bathy stuff. But this year when my mom asked me what I wanted for Christmas I couldn't really come up with any one thing I was dying for, and although she did press me a little, that's just how it was.
But I got good presents. My parents got me a good variety of comic books, some shooty action ones (100 Bullets), some weirdo melancholy ones (two by Daniel Clowes), and a Scott Pilgrim book. They also got me a few Criterion Collection editions of movies, of which I have a slightly irrational love (a box of Agnes Varda films, M, and Playtime). An aunt of mine got me a really soft, blue and black checked scarf. My grandfather got me a new watch, which is good because the wristband on my old one had snapped only a few days before. My sister's knitting me a hat, but she's not quite done with that yet. She keeps putting it on my head to test the shape, so it's truly a custom job.