The year I was ten, I got a horse for Christmas.
Mum could have made Legume Surprise on Toast for dinner every night for the rest of my life and I still would have been a very happy cowgirl: I had my very own horse!
Some years later, I got a sister for Christmas.
Not quite as immediately fun as the horse, but she gradually improved (walking and talking were a big bonus there.) She recently demonstrated long term utility by deftly producing the Most Amazing Niece Born In This Millennium*** so I've decided to renew her sibling license again this year.
For years I enjoyed tormenting her by airily mentioning she was my second favorite Christmas present of all time.
This year I got Dan Krokos' second novel for Christmas. Here's the first line: I’m digging up a grave in the Everglades.
How am I going to break the news to my sister that she's slipped to third?
***and I'm totally objective about this so you can take my word for it, but I do have pictures which I will come show you right now in case you need verification.