W hat do you get the child that doesn’t know quite what he wants? Thanksgiving felt pleasantly early this year. I’m not in a panic over Christmas plans and presents yet. But over the last few weeks, as I’ve begun to contemplate the requirements of the holiday from the somewhat-comfortable distance that November affords, I have devoted some thought to The Three and what might best suit each of them—while still fitting into a box under the tree. Even dismissing Peaches’ perennial request for a kitten out of hand (“Mommy, I wouldn’t even want to have people over for my birthday if I could have a kitten”), there are clearly defined areas of interest that lend themselves to a targeted shopping expedition. Marcel actually…