the giving yourself permission (and the power!) to discern what might please the other person.
Which is of course lovely when it works.
The trouble is that I genuinely have everything I could possibly want and more, in spite of ruthless decluttering.
If something were invented, I'd most likely hear about it, too. The chances of someone finding something that I didnt know I wanted, not just once but at Christmas and Birthday every year are vanishingly small.
Someone giving themselves the trouble of trying to do so, makes me a little sad. Of course I say thank you and look pleased but... That they estimate their chances of success high enough that they think it's worth their time and effort trying to do so, veers into delusion.
Genuine acts of charity, not buying a goat but donating in my name to a local charity which is sympathetic is appreciated, though I expect my friends and family already support such causes anyway
My preferred treat is to spending time with the people I like and love, over a meal or just a cup of something. Ideally spread out over the year rather than crammed into particular seasons.
We are indeed all different.