I caved in to my man cave desires
There are some things that are too important to leave to chance. One of those is trusting your loved ones to get you what you really want for Christmas. It makes a lot of sense to take things into your own hands and put your own happiness ahead of any potentially hurt feelings. You can still ooh and aah at whatever it is they imagined you would like and all will be well. Just don't put it on Done Deal for a good while.
The build-up to my getting the Jo Malone of presents, for me, began early in 2015 when instead of weeks of floods we had weeks of storms. My much loved garden shed, which I had always regretted getting in too small a size, was lifted into the air and came down a bit bent. I wasn't too bothered because I figured an hour or two would return it to usable condition. I had not counted on yet another storm and this time a sizeable tree was uprooted and chose my shed to land on. The tree was no more and the shed was definitely no more. I could see many hours of happy work with a chain saw ahead.
For a man a few hours with a chain saw is the equivalent of a woman going on a girlie weekend to buy outfits for a wedding. There is the pure pleasure of the noise of it. There is the masculinity of putting on safety glasses and looking cool.