It’s getting harder to find the right presents for my granddaughters. I’m keenly feeling their growing up and the fact we are of different generations. Their world now contains so many things that I have so little clue about.

And Christmas for us, with cats in the house, requires a whole new game plan. Making things festive without creating feline hazard zones is challenging. 

And, with a family filled with different eating preferences and diets, food is a puzzle. 

But, as with the Whos in Whoville, Christmas will come and find us regardless of how decorated we are or how many presents are under the tree, and we will learn the underlying truth again that Christmas isn’t about the stuff. It’s about the love. And that, we have in abundance. 

Presence over presents for the win.