My mother had "theme" Christmases for several years. The one I remember most fondly gave my older brother and I ping-pong guns and dart guns. Not expensive, by any means, now that I think about it, but I always get nostalgic when I remember my brother and I chasing each other through the chill grass in our bare feet.
Mom's gone now- it'll be 8 years, as of January 8th- and my brother is 40, and I'll be 32 Christmas. May it please kind fortune to bless me with children of my own, some Christmas soon.
Hold close those you love.
John