Rockem Sockem Robots

The day before Christmas, 1971, was spent laying in my bed and not moving an inch. I had suffered an extreme bout of vertigo and the only way to get over it, was to lay motionless until it passed. Nothing could get me out of bed, or so I thought. But as the sounds of Christmas went on downstairs without me, I just had to hatch a plan. I could hear presents being opened, the paper ripping and the "oohs and ahhs" that ensued. Wasn't anyone noticing I was not there? Didn't someone have a present for me???