My wife has an aunt that is similar in age. The two grew up together and had some good times, and even to this day my wifes aunt is very close. And every Christmas, she's gotten us a unique blend of coffee. We love coffee, so this is ok. Heck, it's more than ok, it's become a singular point in the Christmas madness my wife and I look forward to. We love coffee so much we keep a backup coffee maker in case the main one breaks. We have grinders and precisely measured scoops, we keep our coffee refrigerated like a fine vintage wine and we have probably tried more exotic types of the mighty java bean than most people could imagine.
So imagine my horror when I got a phone call from my mother- in law today asking what we wanted our Aunt to get us for Christmas. Something about "she was certain we didn't want coffee again..." We don't want coffee? Who said that? Coffee for Christmas is like a Rudolph Christmas special, a standard, fixed thing you know you can count on. It makes the holidays. We WANT our coffee! PLEASE.
In this age of secular attacks on the holiday, taking Christ out of the season, please don't also make me fight for my coffee. Coffee and Christ? I might just lose it.