They really come up with some crazy stuff, don't they?
I remember that almost a year after I'd left my second husband, at the time I was preparing to move BACK across the country to go back to the area where we'd lived previously before alcohol destroyed our short-lived marriage, he took it into his head to gift each member of my immediate family (dad, brother, maybe one or two other folks) with Omaha Steaks for Christmas.
We were all basically speechless. They barely knew him, and as my brother said, "Nothing quite says 'Happy Holidays' like a box full of meat."
I still laugh when I think about it--it was such a pathetic attempt to look like a good guy. Actually, he wasn't a BAD guy, but he was a desperately SICK guy, and his judgment on the holiday greetings just sorta confirmed that I was doing the right thing.