On one hand, symbolic coal (tie from mom-in-law) . . . on the other, an anthology of poetry my older son wrote about our trips home to MN over the past 20+ years (who'd have thought a rugby player would write this stuff).
Most touching was a poem about how my son remembered my dad at Christmas (the "old man" passed over ten years ago).
It's hard to know what makes an impression on kids as they're growing up . . . but my son's rekindling of fond memories at this time of year was priceless.
Happy New Year to all.
Steve A-