Grog. A couple bottles of that, with a hunk of meat, and even the worst Grinch would be feeling the good vibes of the holidays. Your husband might need a new codpiece, when doesn’t he; they only last about a year, not being washable. And a little something for his horse. I’d buy my son a jousting javelin. He’d never be allowed to use it, but could criss-cross it over his bunkbeds. If I bought the kind I got him for his birthday, at Killmart, the ones used alot in Scotland, they’d match perfectly. They look like a mop on one end, so they could sop up the blood, right then and there, from the latest altercation. Nobody could really be called nice in those days, but they knew to keep Britain tidy!