Well, having shredded a sufficient volume of wrapping paper, I feel the time to tell a long, rambling and pointless story is in order.
The present I got from the posher end of the family was in a squarish bag, about a handspan wide and a handspan high. Out of this came a bundle of tissue paper, with a box three inches high, and a surface area the same as my hand. From this came another bundle, with a thin wallet the depth of a small magazine, and just smaller than the box. From this came what I think is a credit card holder.
I only have four cards (only one of which I use regularly, none of which get to my money), and these fit nicely in my wallet. But that's not my concern really. Put this stonking grat bag next to this card holder, its like the Eiffal Tower in the Grand Canyon.
Still, it's the thought that counts...
(Why, did you want to know what else I got?)