I got from my son a Leatherman tool, the only material thing I really wanted. He thoughtfully got me the "urban" version, complete with corkscrew and butter spreader. Said he figured I'd need it more than an awl ...
And the following card from my daughter:

"Mommy -- (yes, she's 23, but I'm still her mommy)
Christmas has always been such a happy time for me, even though we've never had tons of presents under our tree (or tumbleweed). But we always had our tree and our cookies and our stockings and our church. And even in the tightest $ years, you made sure Austin and I felt cared for and loved. We always did. It worked!"
(The tumbleweed reference is for the year I decided to get a huge tumbleweed -- we were broke, they were free and plentiful out in the back yard -- and spray it with snow. I covered it with ornaments and thought it looked so artsy. My son and daughter were horrified and not one Christmas went by thenceforth without one of them wagging a finger at me and saying, "NO TUMBLEWEEDS..." )

And in a telephone call with my 81-year-old mother, she -- eternally cranky she, the source of so much fury and angst during my younger days -- said, "You know, I think I've learned from you how to say 'Thank you,' and I've been just thanking people for how they've contributed to me over the years ..."

Now THAT one just about made my heart burst. I haven't had much this Christmas in the way of material goodies, but I've had such a remarkable season on a spiritual and emotional level.

And, of course the jester's hat. My friend Paige bought me a big, purple jester's hat because I said I always look like a dope in hats. Now I REALLY look like a dope in my hat ...

Best wishes of the season to all y'all,

WyoWoman