The gift-store gene runs in our family. My grandmother operated a gift shop, The Wishing Well, out of her house. I was pretty little at the time, but the sight of drawers full of wrapping paper and shelves filled with Holt Howard angels and pixies makes an impression that lasts a lifetime. My mom worked for several years for our hometown gift-and-office-supply store, where people could walk in with their favorite pen, and my mom, or someone like her, would search tirelessly for the proper refill. From my mother and grandmother I inherited a love of proper stationery, the perfectly wrapped gift, and the occasional well-chosen knick-knack. Finding a box full of never-used greeting cards was a happy event.
And there were many Christmas cards. Probably hundreds. All of them unsigned, with envelopes. (And none of them stored in a damp basement - nothing comes into this house without undergoing a rigorous sniff test.)
A gift store? No, I don't have one. Just a head start on the inventory for one.