Almost all my early Christmases were gun themed, mostly of the wild west variety .
The earliest I remember me and older bro got Wyatt Earp outfits, gun not included.
Next year, it was a Paladin guns and holster set (two pistols, although Boone only wore one in the series). Sweet. Real leather holsters and even came with the "Have Gun--Will Travel" calling cards.
One year, bro got a half size replica of the "Mare's Leg" Steve McQueen carried in the Wanted: Dead or Alive series.
Another year, he got a chrome Colt .45 replica w/imitation ivory grips that looked so real, a cop would probably shoot the kid playing with it today. And I got a huge book: Great American Guns. It told of notable firearms through history, starting with the Kentucky/Pennsylvania long rifle, and accompanied by a true short story for each. That thing was awesome. Me and bro wore the damn thing out reading it...over and over and....
One year, I got a Bat Masterson outfit, complete with cane, derby, and that little .38 (I think it was) he carried.
The real beaut was a full sized replica of an M-1. Mostly plastic but still realistic looking. Parents did a real disservice in getting only one. Anytime a war would break out (almost daily in the summer), always a fuss twixt me and bro over who gets to use the M-1.
The gun of my dreams I never got: The Rifleman's rifle. I idolized Chuck Conners. I did get a Rifleman sweatshirt though. Proudly wore it on my first ever school day.
And I had a younger cousin who did have one, fortunately. He was kind enough to loan me his, loaded up with a fresh roll of caps, so I could go out on his family's carport, and re-enact the opening of The Rifleman...over and over and over again, until I ran out of ammo (exhausted the roll of caps). Sweet.