I finally hit the rock face of my hill this season. I swear to deity, I will not participate in any more Secret Santas. Every time I'm coerced into one of these exchanges, I try to find a nice gift (often going over budget) for my chosen person, only to receive something like a box of Kleenex, 96 bags of green tea, or some other obviously re-gifted junk item that shows no thought or consideration. I always feel hurt and insulted, compounded by the necessity of pretending to be a good sport. Nuh-uh, no more.