At all the gift exchanges (outside work) I’ve been to the gifts that are most fought over are alcohol, gourmet food or related to the activity. Examples of “related to the activity” for sailors would be dry bags, nautical charms, nautical theme house decor, etc. Surely there are some sort of tennis related gifts that would be appealing?
Food is “hot.” I buy chocolate from Godiva or Costco, sometimes with a gift card or cash. My kids always steal it.
Nice knives (eg Henckels paring knife)? Maybe soft attractive scarf? Winter hats? Wool socks? Multi tool? Multipurpose work light (1000 lumens on sale at Hone depot $15—H bought tons as gifts)? Echo dot? Tile to find keys and other items? Shhh shower cap? Nice eyeshades with deep cups?
How about Pickleball rackets and introduce them to this immensely popular sports that’s very much like tennis except not as strenuous and enjoyed so much by the aging population? You don’t even need a real Pickleball courts to play this game. Just use a tennis court but only the service box.
Re: the tile. My H got me one this summer. I am awful about “losing” my keys/phone in my purse, coat pocket, etc. But we have really enjoyed it while traveling. I toss it into my checked luggage, so we can at least keep track of one of our bags via the app.
The best thing I ever got from this kind of game was a set of flavored olive oils. A cute but not gaudy scarf is nice too. I like interesting nonfiction books.
Funny story about the tile. My mother suffered from mild dementia and was always losing her wallet. It drove my SIL (with whom she lived crazy) so she attached one to the wallet. My Mom couldn’t remember what it was so of course she took it off.
As for what do we want? What I want is stuff that is too expensive (tickets to Hamilton!) or has to be the right size (leather gloves). I’d be happy if someone gave me a nice dotted notebook and a new set of Sakura pigma pens.
I want the set of longhorns I brought from Austin restored and mounted on a wall with new lighting over them. They were in my parents’ house when I was little. They’ve been sitting in their basement for 45 years, at our “new” house. Dad was reluctant to let them go, but Sis appropriated them and shipped them to me. They need some work to look good again.