A past holiday gift from the lady who gives me a massage, which has been languishing in the drawer for longer than I care to admit. I simply forgot how good they feel on toes that have been stubbed, broken, sprained and avulsed. Anyone who has to call a Toe Truck as often as I do ought to have a set of these things. Spa supply shops, I think.
If we could just get rid of the carols and creches, and have an annual holiday where you give presents to people you care about — with a strong cultural injunction against Wretched Excess — this Yuletide thing would work.