Every year when my PawPaw was alive, he would buy each of us a gift just from him in addition to the gifts my grandmother bought. His, though, almost always came from the dollar store and we all looked forward to seeing what they would be. One year, when I was in jr. high, he got us all candles. They were the kind with a picture of a saint. Well, mine was a picture of a man with leprosy, barely clothed, with sores all over his body. It cracked me and everyone else up! I carried that candle with me to college and everywhere I moved until a decade or so ago because it reminded me of one of the greatest men ever, my PawPaw!