I’m very sad for people who sincerely fail to realize how off-putting they are. “The bare minimum that is acceptable” reeks of pouty, perennially aggrieved womanhood. Everything around you dies, flowers don’t bloom, milk goes sour, and gifts dry up.
People don’t give gifts because they’ve been presented with lists of barely acceptable minimums but because it brings them joy. Gift giving is extremely enjoyable. Unless you make it unenjoyable following the recipe provided by this poster.

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