Don't know about a present but I remember the worst christmas dinner ever. It was at my sisters house and she (being the kind and charitable type) had invited the town mortitian's helper. Creepy little guy named Normand who lived in the basement of the funeral home. Let me tell ya.. It's hard to have a good appitite when you're look'in across the table at the guy who is going enbalm you. What a buzz kill! Happy Halloween!!
