My mother was maternally challenged, to be kind. However and oddly, one area at which she excelled was in Xmas and birthday gifts. She really took gift giving seriously, I think, in part because in all other ways she was unable to communicate her feelings to us. In any case, she was always on the alert for ideas, would say nothing to make a surprise, and then at gift time, you would be so thrilled with her choices (although she always had one major clunker. Always.) I tried to do the same for her and always enjoyed her surprise at some gem I'd thought of and found for her.
Since she passed away, I find that my enjoyment of the season is far less. I now have no one who wants anything other than the specific items on their list and I now have no one who gives me a gift for which I haven't asked specifically. I feel like all we're doing is exchanging shopping lists and I don't know why we bother. I have to tell my dh and dd exactly what to buy me and in dh's case, I have to not only tell him the exact item, I have to tell him the store and aisle and shelf and if god forbid they moved it 6 inches he can't find it and I have to hear about how difficult it is to find it. One year he actually told me to buy my own gift and he'd wrap it up for me. Uh, no. Don't bother. My dd does her best, but she is not gifting gifted. All of my other gifts are pretty generic (candles I don't use, body lotions I don't use, food I don't like).
I still realllly miss getting that big package from her and knowing that someone put time, thought, and effort into trying to make me happy.