Every year for as long as I can remember, my great-aunt, Auntie Petie, used to send a couple of paper grocery sacks just filled with little presents. Each was nicely wrapped, labeled for the recipient, etc. We were always SO EXCITED to see these sacks arrive, and watch them pile up under the tree. Then there'd be Christmas morning, and nobody could understand why we'd been so excited. She gave the oddest gifts- packages of cocktail napkins, an iced tea spoon, a pocket book that nobody in her right mind would carry, weird scarves, bars of soap, packs of birthday candles, post cards, etc. It got to be a joke in the family, and we'd always wonder who'd be getting "the Petie Purse" this Christmas! As an adult, I learned that it was her husband's family's tradition to give many small, useful gifts for Christmas (he was Swedish... not sure if that's a traditional custom or not), and this was her interpretation.
Petie's gone now, and we all miss her greatly. We still laugh about the presents, but every year I give my siblings a package of cocktail napkins. Why let a great family tradition die, right?