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.