I worked for a small fambly-owned company that wrote and sold a cash register app.
For the Christmas party one year, we drew from a hat to see who we would each give a gift to. I drew the Big Boss.
We had been stress-testing a new up-coming release with an automated script that rang up sales, rapid-fire, for hours on end. We had huge piles of miles of cash register receipts that it printed, faster than we could toss it all in the trash can.
Simultaneously, our receptionist/clerk/office manager person had been madly working on updating the voluminous user manual. For months, she had been updating chapters, printing out draft copies, wasting reams and reams of dead trees, much of which I took home to use the back sides for scratch paper. The project had been going for toooooooo long and everybody was stressed out about getting it done already.
The gift I got was a smallish furniture item (a footstool) that I guessed (correctly, it turned out) would be a good item for their little girl. Okay, now for the wrapping story:
I cut a bunch of those draft manual pages into irregular-shaped pieces and taped them all together to make a crazy-quilt, and wrapped the gift with that. Then I took a lengthy strip of the printed receipt and made a bow of that.
When receptionist/clerk/office manager person first saw the wrapped box, her immediate response was “Thanks. I needed that!”