Wrapped in bright green and silver wrapping paper, marked for Dylan, an enchanted stuffed dragon that glows when hugged and blows brightly colored smoke:
Wrapped in obnoxiously garish red and gold paper, several wizarding books on fatherhood, one on protection wards for families and a note:
Siri- You can't possibly fuck it up any more then our parents did. You'll be fine. I may be in London for a few days soon, let me know if you need anything.