As I read of the stress some people have regarding Christmas shopping for their children I think back to my childhood Christmas morning.
We were not allowed to go downstairs until 6 a.m., unless you were already out doing chores, to see what Santa brought. We would each get a little pile of clothes and one toy for all of us to share.
Mom and Dad made Christmas morning the happiest morning of the year, not with their money, or lack of, but with the love of thoughtful, caring and wonderful parents.
Their presence was the most valuable present any child could ever have or want. The older I get the more valuable that present is.