My husband let me be his personal shopper which includes his family, mine and myself. I loved the symplicity of our wants, because our needs are met.
Officially his gift was a pool table. I love playing pool with him, but also love the space on that protected pool table for projects. I can cut out sewing projects there, organize my DUI teaching, and file for income taxes there. Furthermore our puppy cannot get on that table.
We went to my husband's daughter's home on Christmas as we usually do when we are in town on Christmas. He seemed unsure that we would be doing this. I guess tradition means less for him than it does for me.