Today I ordered my last Christmas gifts for this year. All that is left is buying the food. Every year, I go over and over what I am buying in my mind. Always, I look at the boxes and think, is this enough? Will everyone be happy? I know it is but I worry. I don't know why I worry. No one has ever seemed disappointed. Grandma usually brings as much as Santa.

I never had big Christmas' as a child. We always got one gift like a doll or one year even a bike. We got a couple of small things. Santa never wrapped our gifts. They were put in little stacks around the tree. There were seven kids in the family. Usually we could tell right off which pile was ours, sometimes Mom would tell us. We loved Christmas. We never cared what we got. We were thrilled to get anything. We loved the big dinner and the parents playing with us. We loved the music and the tv specials. We loved Christmas!

Our kids did not have huge Christmas' but we made sure they had one. They always got better than we did. Their gifts were wrapped. They always loved Christmas. So why do I still worry? I have no idea.