It's the most wonderful time of the year...for some more than others

Crying is Unattractive For Most People...
...including my youngest brother, Adrian.
We wake up, all of us. Christmas morning and there's just something in the air that just delights everyone, a delirium, if you will,  and makes all the bad things fade. We scamper towards the tree. The pitter-patter of feet hitting the linoleum of our hallway. Wrapping paper is a-flying every which-way. One could sink into this kind of blissful rhapsody.
Our presents were nice; they tended to what we desired, as they should. But a certain, Mr. Adrian, finds manages to find something of which he finds unsatisfactory. He had received his presents, yet he still searches underneath the tree for more. He finds his name is no longer mingling around the likes of the other gifts and, quite suddenly, starts to shut down. Tears begin to stream from his face like rain in my gutter on a stormy April mid-morning. He is not pleased. My family begins to ask of the matter, to which he responded sullenly, " I didn't get EVERYTHING I wanted." My mother, now shocked from his response, asks, "but isn't it enough what you have?" He shifts in his seat, his eye like a dagger, his whole face frozen in utter despisal and says in a way that mimics Cousin Mel from Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer," Enough is NEVER enough!" He slowly picks up his person, face still in the wrinkly wet form it was but a moment ago, and escapes to the sanctuary of his room,to the temple of his Cars bed, taking the horrid mournful cries of supposed torture with him, left to sulk in this newly found abasement he had encountered on this so-called "Merry" day.
                                                                    -Guess who's on the Naughty List..
                                                                                          A.