One Christmas gift many years ago that I thought was my worst turned out to be my best.
I unwrap a gift from my husband on Christmas Eve and it's one of those "gothic romance" novels......y'know, handsome young squire is getting' jiggy with a beautiful young maiden, badly written and cheaply printed. Not my taste in literature, not at all. The title had something about a ring in it.
I thank him, lukewarmly, and set it aside. A little later, he asks me if I want to read my book. No, I don't. He insists that I should read it. I don't want to, but I pick it up and open it to humor him.
There is a hollowed-out area in the book and in that hollow is a beautiful emerald and diamond ring.
My least-favorite gift turns instantly into my most-favorite gift. Not only did the dear man save and scrimp to get me this beautiful ring, he also spent a long time in the bookstore digging around for a book that had "ring" in its title.
That was my last Christmas with him. I lost him three months later.
I wear the ring occasionally and when I do, it reminds me to treasure every present that is given generously and to the best ability of the giver, even if it doesn't look like something you'd pick for yourself. You "can't judge a book by its cover".