More stepmonster bashing.  Hey, tis the season, right?  I figger I should relate the stories as I remember them.

On a Christmas eve long long ago, Jill procured a pair of slippers as a gift for Grandpa.  He picked up the package, shook it, said:  "I'm not going to even open this, there's nothing in it."  Jill insisted:  "there is, there is, you should open it!"  But he didn't!  She was very disappointed.  My gift to Grandpa?  a hitchpin.  He was very happy with it.  Grandpa was a practical sort of guy, and liked practical things.  I wish I was more like him.