This Christmas, I'd beat the shit out of your cousin just to be on the safe side.
I remember getting my Colecovision way back in the day. My parents did the "hide away the best gift" thing where I opened all my stuff and was a little disappointed but didn't throw a fit or anything. Then, five minutes after I went back upstairs, my parents called me into the basement saying that Santa had been back and forgot something. Aside from my parents jointly being in on it, it was much akin to Ralphie's BB gun in A Christmas Story.
I clearly remember watching A Christmas Story in the theaters and it always strikes me as weird that now it's this big classic. I'm thinking "But I just saw that like 5.. 10... 20... 30+ years ago?"
When I was in 5th grade, it was maybe two or three days before Christmas and I was cleaning the bathroom when I asked my mom when dad was coming home. My mom froze and said "He didn't tell you?" My parents had separated and my dad just cruised that morning without a "See ya". I was largely unaware that their marriage was even in trouble aside from my parents going out more often as my mom desperately tried to preserve it. For a good while, I had a chip on my shoulder about the holidays which was probably excusable although sometimes you just want to act shitty and special and the universe throws you a handy card to play whenever you're called on it. After my son was born, I figured it was time to stop milking things and make his Christmases good ones. Hallelujah! Noel! Be it heaven or hell, the Christmas we get, we deserve.