My younger sister had the misfortune (according to her) of being born in December.
She figured out early in life she shared her birth month with Christmas, and it was really easy to “combine” birthday and Christmas presents, though I don’t know that this EVER happened to her. Regardless, when she was about five, she began a campaign to remind relatives her birthday was a distinctly different day from Christmas and under no circumstances whatsoever should the two be confused or combined. She did this by telling people (beginning around the end of summer), “Don’t forget December 2nd.”
Well, it’s December 2nd, and I haven’t forgotten. Happy birthday to my wonderful, brilliant, loving, adorable baby sister. I love you!