in my house growing up, we knew it was Christmas a'coming when the ol Searsalog showed up in the mail.   One of our traditions was the "go through this and circle things you  want from Santa", which was a lot like the Army saying; Tell us where you want to be stationed; a sure fire bet that the thing you pick is the one thing you KNEW wouldn't happen...  but every year like clockwork I circled the Navarone/Iwo Jima mountain....Every....Year...and every year I never saw it under the tree...