You know the gift problem. Somebody matters, and everything you scroll past looks like it was designed by an algorithm for a person who does not exist.
This solves it the old way. A hundred and twenty local makers set up on the pier and sell things they made with their hands: ceramics, jewelry, candles that smell like an actual memory instead of a marketing brief, prints by artists whose studios are ten miles from your house. There is a free make-and-take wreath station where a kid builds something and then refuses to ever put it down. And all of it happens with the bay right behind you, because December here is sun and shirtsleeves while the rest of the country is indoors.
A weekend on the Broadway Pier, small admission at the door, kids free.
Bring the person you have no idea what to get. Let them pick it out in front of you.