the idea of a perfect gift (for me) is a champagne glass full of cut but unset diamonds....I asked Santa one year for that and he laughed so hard I fell off his lap....oh wait, that was my husband.
My family is English with a mixture of Scots Irish, Ulster, and Papists, also Ulster, who hate each other for no known reason even though they share the same last name.
To complicate matters I married a Polock who was half Lithuanian and they hate each other for no known reason, to argue this was a great opportunity for a fight at the White Eagle.
The way out was for me was to argue Salem, Mass, 1628.