Anthony: (on his fondest Christmas memory) I remember the first Christmas my parents ever let me in on the fact that there's no Santa Claus. This was the first time they let me wrap packages with them and stay up all night. I must have been about 12 or 13. My parents broke open a bottle of champagne and they let me have two sips. I felt like I had graduated or something, and the presents never looked so good under the tree, and my little sisters' faces never looked so bright as when I saw them open the packages. Because then I really understood. It was all about giving, and it was all about Christmas. The spirit of giving. Without wanting to receive. It was beautiful!