My favourite one was the most impressive looking hardback from the £1 section of a local second hand book shop (a poetry concordance I believe). I cut out a section from the pages within to make space for a selection of miniatures
I'd have preferred an unbutchered book.
Another one was a reasonable gift but I wrapped it in plastic and then coated it in about 30 layers of brown paper, each coated in PVA glue. After about a week's drying it was like being encapsulated in a solid wood block. I had to offer the use of knife to get into it
That would have gone into the bin.
For far too many years, Secret Santa was the only present I would receive. When that was coupled with being absolutely, barely making the rent, council tax and travel to work, never mind eating, skint, somebody chucking a Body Shop/Bayliss and Harding gift set in my direction really made me happy.
People pissing around with cheap, insulting shit or trying to be clever just upset me.