Pranks are usually much more fun for the giver (and audience) than the recipient. Be careful how you execute pranks. My former husband (then a boyfriend) gave me a big box of rocks and bricks for our first Christmas together. He insisted I keep unpacking the box. I just knew there would be an engagement ring since we’d been looking at some recently. But, no, just rocks and bricks and boisterous laughter from all his gathered relatives. That was it. Now, I’d passed up a trip with my parents to PA to see the relatives and have a white Christmas to be with him. I gave him several nice gifts and I got nothing else. It was awkward and heartbreaking. It was horrible to tell my Mom when she called what I “got.” All day I just felt crushed and made fun of. Finally, shortly before bedtime, my future sister-in-law took me aside and pointed out a little box tucked far into the tree at the top, totally out of sight. It was my ring. I asked boyfriend when he would have told me and he said he didn’t really plan on telling me if I didn’t find it on my own. That should have said a lot to me, but, well, I did say former.