There comes a time in one's life when the thought of acquiring anymore stuff not only seems impractical, it nearly makes one nauseous.
The fact that the timing of those thoughts coincides with the Christmas holidays is most likely just coincidental.
The coincidental timing, however, does make it difficult to answer the question, "What do you want for Christmas?"
Then, because your intensely clear reply of "nothing" to each and everyone of those questions has been roundly ignored, you end up getting a lot more stuff on Christmas.
And none of that stuff is ever a 1969 Boss 429 Ford Mustang, which was your alternate answer to everyone who followed up your nothing response with, "No, really, you must want something."
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