I wasn't Little Green. I wish I was though. My old job was boring as fuck.
Still don't think twice about it. "main" was a substitute for "santa" when i grew out of believing. I'm still often asked what I want for xmas, implying that a main present will be bought. This year my main present from my parents was a pair of Stefan Janoski SB Nike Air Max's. Don't hate us 'cause you ain't us.
Also I'm sure it started out of a thread of me asking what I should get for my birthday. Which was just a badly worded way of saying "reccomend me films/music/books to see if there was anything out there I should cop, but knowing my birthday was round the corner, would be a waste of money for me to cop when I can get someone else to get it for me. (Case in point, two christmases ago while out shopping for other people, I bought myself the Stranger Things OST on vinyl and then found out my girlfriend spent the night hurriedly cancelling her order of the same thing)
Come from a family of great gift givers and traditions. Like when I was about 6/7, and still believed in Santa, I couldn't sleep for excitement. It got to the point where I was in tears because I was so tired. My parents let me open a present to calm me (if memory proves right, it was a Mankind wrestling video and some goosebump-esque books). From that moment on, every year my sister and I would be allowed to open a gift on xmas eve. Now, my mum makes "Christmas Eve Boxes" filled with stocking fillers - deodorant, holiday themed socks, chocolate etc and a dvd. She does them for my sister and I, my brother-in-law and my SO (ages ranging from 23-28) I also always get a gift from my dad. Now, my dad still spends money on gifts, but it's always up to my mum to buy them, so years ago he started gifts from just him where he'd find something we like. I'm sure the first one I ever got was LOTR: The Two Towers extended DVD. This year he got me Twin Peaks The Return blu-ray. Again, Don't hate us 'cause you ain't us.