When I was growing up, every year we would locate one needy family, usually through our church or school, and we would buy the fixins for an entire X-mas dinner, and if they had kids, we would find out how many and how old, and buy them each a small gift or two, then we would go to their house and ring the bell, knock on the door, or whatever, and then run like hell! :lol: We'd usually hide in the bushes or behind a car, just to make sure someone answered. It was great to see their faces, they'd look confused, then surprised, then they'd look around, and more than once we cried along with them, though they didn't know it. We always did it anonymously, and it felt great. I'd like to pass along the tradition to my son as soon as he's old enough to appreciate it. This year, I'm thinking of volunteering at the local resue mission to help serve a meal. I mean, that's what Christmas is really about, the spirit of giving.