When I was about 13, I would have a split X-mas because by parents were divorced. I would usually go to my Dad's about a week before. One particular year, we head on over, have our X-mas like meal and open presents. The big gift that year for me and my bro was boots. It was hard to hide our disappointment and honestly didn't do a good job of it. My Dad picked up on it and drove us to Target and let us pick out any Atari 2600 game we wanted. We picked Star Wars Arcade. I still feel kind of bad for whining my way into a gift but damn, I loved having that game. Games were a present I never minded sharing with my brother.
also, I remember knowing which gifts were games by the size of the box.