For me Christmas and Swiss Army knives are inextricably linked.
When I was around 9 I received a number of Christmas presents that either didn’t fit or were from that one aunt that “labored under the impression that I was not only perpetually 4 years old but also a girl”. With the return money from those presents to spend I got permission to buy my first knife.
I went downtown Holland to Superior Sports - a local sporting goods store. I remember being enchanted with the Swiss Army knives in the locked, lit and rotating wooden display case. I (of course) lusted for the biggest one - with seemingly the entire contents of my dad’s tool chest within its red handles.
I couldn’t afford that one, so choose a smaller knife with enough budget left over for a leather carrying case and “M. Boyink” engraved on the biggest blade (I wasn’t sure if my whole name would fit). I owned that knife until just a couple of years ago when, once again in the position of having a sum of money for Christmas I bought the bigger knife I couldn’t afford as a 9 year old. I gave the old knife to Harrison and had his name added to the engraving (his middle name being Michael).
In our traveling lifestyle I carry - and use- my Swiss Army knife almost daily. I still love the feel of it in my hand - and the fact that in this world of planned obsolescence I could interchange parts between the new knife and the 30+ year old one if I needed too.
I was given some money for Christmas again this year. In looking around at my needs it’s been tough to come up with any one “thing” to buy myself. But my trusty knife needs some love - the belt pouch is worn looking, the pen is out of ink, the scissors spring is missing, and I broke one of the driver bits. So with my Christmas money this year I’m dressing up the newer knife with a new belt pouch and tuning it up with some replacement parts.
Merry Christmas to you - I hope you found your version of a Swiss Army Knife under your tree.