As soon as my young mind wrapped itself around the concept of romance, I wished to receive one of these:
I think it's partly because it seems so luxurious and Carey Grant-ish, partly because I'm pretty sure that's what Mrs. Shellhammer is eating when she's totally off her feet shnockered in that scene in Miracle on 34th Street, ("Hello? Hellooo? Oh daaahling, how silly of me.....") and partly because it's chocolate -- that stuff of the heavens.
I finally got one from a nice boy. And some other endearing items.
Commercial holidays are boss.