Went ape shit at dollar tree recently. Sorry for the worty dird but that phrase only sounds right with a profanity.
We decided to do tiny gifts in stockings. Something my family lovingly calls Stocking “tumors”. Those extra presents crammed into a stocking which makes it look even more bulbous. They are definitely the only kind of tumor you want for Christmas.
I tried to keep things simple but there are so many people together on Xmas that I still bought a ton of stuff.
I am trying to make things too but I got a late start. They may end up being Valentine’s gifts.