The cool kid has an unexpected change of heart 
For me as a kid — as indeed for all kids — Christmas was a time of hope and fear.
Hope: get something really cool. Fear: get something that your parents or grandparents thought to be cool, but that you knew, thanks to your snarky friends/siblings, was not merely undesirable but actively embarrassing.
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