Ah the memories of a cold Christmas Eve in 1981. Pretending to be asleep, I overhear this fateful conversation between my parents.
Mom: "Do you think we should put the Atari under the tree yet?"
Dad: " Jesus, it's only ten thirty!"
I went to sleep a happy boy that night. My brother and I must have played Asteriods for at least seven hours straight before Dad went ballistic.