There comes a time in every former child's life when enough earnings have him or her playing Santa to those who once did (if you in fact celebrated Christmas; if you didn't, you know what I'm talking about). Parents are often kinda wack, which means you could float on mediocrity, closing your eyes, spinning and buying the first thing you point at in a Brookstone or the Sharper Image or, hell, WalMart.
But there are some parents with discerning taste to match their maturity, smart parents that you risk disappointing if you just fake it. Disapproval is the worst thing you could give and/or receive for Christmas. So what do you do for those types?