My grandmother gave me a pair of black socks every year for about 25 years. I think she bought one of those big econo-packs and wrapped up one pair for me each Christmas. I mean, I can use socks, so at least they're practical. It's just kind of hard to act surprised and delighted about the same pair of black socks every year. It was starting to feel like a glitch in the Matrix.I see you went googly eyed with glee for those knitted socks that someone gave you. I did the same.