My most memorable Christmas was when I was 5. My parents were broke, very broke.
My brother and sister got a new sled to share and I got a HUGE Mighty Mouse coloring book and crayons. I layed on my stomach on the floor all day and colored in my life size coloring book.
My DH says that's the reason deep down why I spoil my kids on Christmas. IDK, maybe he is right.
I think it is because my whole childhood I always wanted a doll house with 'real' working lights. I never got it.