Sometimes my parent's attitude to 'gifting' was most autocratic. Together they specifically hated toy guns, so if aunts and uncles gave me one as a gift, they 'replaced' it with another toy, prior to me even seeing it. I eventually worked this out, as the 'thank you' letters were suitably 'vague', i.e. "thank you for your lovely gift" etc.
I always remember Xmas 1955 when the 'gunslingers', my dads younger brother and his wife had their 'Luger Parabellum 9mm' pistol replaced for them by a Schuco BMW 328 (sportscar model from the 1930's). A thing of beauty, I fell in love with it on first sight and still have it today in the loft somewhere, carefully bubble wrapped and preserved in fleece. Tin plate it was a work of art and a tribute to the German manufacturer. (pic below)
When my father passed on in '77, we all (mum, my late wife and I) lived together in the 'family seat'. We had a large, rather spooky loft, with 3 separate rooms full of artefacts from the many generations who'd lived there. Perusing a few boxes one day after she died in 2005, I discovered a large 'egg box'. Inside were all my unopened 'armaments' from 1949 to 1957. It was most nostalgic to sit there gone 60, opening a boys presents from long gone relatives inside their original and unopened boxes, some with prices i.e. 3/6d etc still on them.