Presenting the best present until the present.

The best present I ever received was life. Nah, just kidding. The best (material) present for me is, has (almost) always been and will (probably) ever be books. Nobody saw that coming, right?
Most of the times that a book is gifted to me it is because I have already asked for it, and I buy most of the books I read by myself, but I still consider them (one of) the best present I have ever received from my parents, family, friends, people I admire, humanity and the universe itself (probably an exaggeration, taking into account existence, life, consciousness, science, human rights and the like, but that is so that you get the idea).
But what is so special about those amounts of energy turned into fundamental particles that form atoms of hydrogen, carbon and nitrogen that combined into glucose molecules that in turn coalesced to form cellulose that was compressed to form sheets in an industrial process that employs tens of thousands of people just in the Basque Country, sheets which would be filled with glyphs representing sounds representing ideas by the heirs of the machine that was to play a fundamental role in the most magnificent, honorable, decent, inspiring, uplifting and glorious human achievements?
Well, I think that turned out to be a pretty rhetorical question, and my space is up, so I’ll just say that if you are going to gift something this coming solstice’s festivities (Christmas), please let it be a book (recycled, chlorine free, non-religious, as little boring as it strictly needs to be and fabricated by unionized labor, if possible).