They say being home for Christmas is a good thing. All these rich men were back visiting their dear old Mother in her dear old apartment complex, shoved into each other on a rickety couch in a tiny living room that smelled badly of smoke. They were all in their finest suits and they regretted it.
They passed around their gifts, which were much more expensive than they needed to be. I mean, Mother would've been happy with another pack of smokes, and they kinda knew it, but they would've been happy if they could just pitch in and buy her a new condo on the beach. Nobody would be brave enough to bring it up first, though.