Warning, this is a bit of a "I'm-a-bit-emotional-about-the-events-of-the-evening" type rant. If you know Mr. C and I at all, you know we don't do the gift exchange thing most couples do. We just never have and we have never forced it. As much as I love the thought of pretty things, I love hanging out with Mr. C more - to me that is a gift. So we typically just go out to a nice dinner to celebrate each other - or go on a little road trip and shut the phones off. We believe in the little things - you know that about me. Anyway, every year during the holiday season, I get very sensitive about all of those people out there that can't afford the luxury of making the decision to not exchange gifts - they just simply can't give. So Mr. C and I make a point to take the funds we would have spent on each other, and spend it on others through a local giving tree. Folks, I am crying right now because the seven-year old little boy we drew this year just wanted socks. Just socks. Not socks and an x-box. Not socks and a cell phone. Just a pair of socks. That is heart breaking to me. It should be heart breaking to everyone. I don't know why I am writing this, I just needed to stop the tears and to encourage anyone out there in blogland to give. Even if it's just a little bit. Even if it's just socks. It means something huge to someone out there.
Thanks for listening, Otto is currently licking the tears off my face, and I am scolding him about never eating our socks again.