One year there was a present under the tree from one of my brothers to my parents. My mother unwrapped it and was speechless to discover a DVD containing exotic dancing lessons.
My brother was also speechless, because he didn’t know anything about the gift. That’s because I had bought it and labeled it as coming from him.
Every year since then there has been a similar fake gift under the tree. It has become part of our family tradition, and I look forward to handing it down to my children.