For me personally, it comes from my childhood, always waiting waiting to see the new Sears Wishbook delivered. The anticipation (and disappointment) of opening the book to the bedding section, and then one by one working your way to the (most of the time) back of the book to the toy section, and making your Christmas list based on the energetic circling of items you wanted, then leaving the catalog in a place where your parents would find it.
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I'll send you some of mine if you'd like.
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He's such a perv!
*giggle*
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But that's just me.
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