Time to make the cookies

I made the cookies.

Ok, I'm making them right now. I also made cookies for my party over the weekend, and I'll make cookies on Sunday to give out to family members on Christmas. Plus a cake. Right now I'm feeling just a little bit guilty because I'm only making two kinds of cookies to give to the people on my team at work instead of my usual three or four. But it's 11:45, dammit, and I'm tired.

I do love baking, but this week has been crazy. I have next week off, so I've been trying to cram two weeks' worth of work into one, and I had a huge writing project due, which thankfully, I finalized this morning. I was nearing a dangerous stress level for a while there, but as the week progresses, I'm slowly calming down. I got the biggest thing done, and the rest will happen or not. I'll relax for a week, and then I'll tackle whatever is left the first week of January. Whew, does it feel good to get to that point.

Now, does anyone else think this conversation I had with my mom earlier today is a little weird?

Mom: I didn't get you that book you asked for as a present.
Me: Uh, ok.
Mom: When I asked where it was, they said the horror section, and I won't give you a horror book for Christmas.
Me: Well, see it's not really a horror book. I mean, it is about zombies, but it is supposed to be more like social commentary... [trails off]
Mom: I'm not giving you a scary book for Christmas.
Me: ...Ok, I can buy it for myself.

Do you have rules about what gifts are and are not acceptable at Christmas? I mean, ok, perhaps porn isn't very Christmas-y, but I wasn't going to ask for that anyway. Objecting to the subject matter of a (fictional, even!) book just struck me as odd.

For that matter, what's the strangest Christmas present you ever gave someone?