I was an only child until I was 12, and until my brother was born, I was also the only grandchild. So my early Christmas memories involved what seemed like mountains of presents that I tore into like a Tasmanian devil. It was awesome. J Once everyone finished their coffee and changed out of their jammies, we filled giant garbage bags with the shredded wrapping paper and torn packaging and set them out on the curb, where they’d soon be joined by the used, slowly drying Christmas tree – all destined for the dump.