My dad is a retired history teacher. One year for Christmas he labelled all of our presents with the names of historical figures (my brother's were all men, mine were all women) and before we could open them we had to tell him who the people were. Many of our friends were appalled at this story, but all the presents were out for weeks before the big day, and there was only one person I had to look up, so…nice try at the clever, old man. This year I could retaliate by labelling his presents with names of people on TV, because he doesn't watch TV ("Mike Logan? Is he on that stupid cop show your mother always has on?") but this year I'm doing all my shopping on the internet and shipping everything to where we'll spend Christmas, so it wouldn't work. I should say, considering how he feels about it, one of the most romantic Christmas gifts ever was my dad having cable installed for my mom–she won't splash out on expanded basic but at least she gets ESPN and CBS for NCAA basketball.
This was my contribution to the office Christmas party:
After the party the leftover cake fell, in its carrier, off the book cart we were using to transport party supplies, and a few minutes ago I saw it being carried up the stairs then heard a major crash-and-tumble, so there may not be much of it left.