Socks. A pair of socks.
I believe that was the year he and his little sister received a sled from Santa. A sled to share. A sled that probably cost $8.
They were thrilled.
See, it's a beautiful philosophy. If you start off not giving things like ponies, Renaissance armor, or argyle sweaters, children are grateful and excited about that stick of gum that they get to take turns chewing on alternating days.
So forget stressing about holiday shopping. Why stew over a stressed budget, pressure to out-do yourself from last year, or dozens and dozens of homemade preserves that contain love and a few curse words from that time when you burned yourself?
Not worth it. And, frankly, not in the spirit of the season.
How 'bout this? Take one of those canning jars outside on a sunny day (must be sunny, or it won't work), open the lid, fill the jar with sunshine, and seal it up tight. Include a sappy, uh . . . I mean, touching note, and you're in business!
Maybe next year you can give rocks wrapped in wasp-nest paper.
If it's truly a special someone, include a stick of gum.