Once again, a giant food basket from work for Christmas. Always appreciated. That said, as every year, I would much prefer the cash equivalent.
Dad always got a turkey from work. Being Dutch, turkey wasn't part of our tradition, and frankly, we didn't much care for it -- we found it a tasteless meat in itself. So, he always donated that turkey to some shelter. It caused a bit of tension at work because he was making everyone else look bad, but really? He just didn't like turkey. Give it to people who actually do.
In the same spirit, this year, as every year, I'll be giving the food basket to Mom.