I'm was really bad about asking for things for Christmas as a kid; I still am in fact, my husband goes crazy trying to figure out what to buy for me. Now my sister on the other hand, never had any trouble and consequently, she always received all kinds of neat stuff for Christmas.
This sounds kind of silly, and Spanky and Galleon will probably have a good chuckle

but one year all I really wanted for Christmas was a goat. We lived on a farm, I had a horse and I was getting really involved with teen rodeo. One of the events for girls was goat-tying, kind of a tamed down version of calf roping, and I wanted a goat so I could practice. I wanted one so badly I actually asked for one and even put up a "Christmas Wish List" next to my sister's on the fridge that year. Hers was about a mile long but mine just had the one word on it: GOAT.
Christmas Eve came and I was watching for suspicious activity that might indicate a goat had been picked up or delivered, but nothing. Christmas morning came, presents under the tree had all been opened, but still nothing to do with a goat. We were about to sit down to breakfast when Grandpa said "I think you need to look outside, sounds like the dog wants loose." Tied to the front door knob was a pure white goat with a curly top knot and a big red bow on her neck.
I named her Angel
Alice