I've managed to get myself in a right muddle over this...
...especially this time of year, when it's about a baby born into poverty.
Who gave away everything he had.
The whole business of Christmas presents just won't sit right with me.
My family and friends must be sick and tired of me going on about this...
but I can't seem to get it straight in my heart.
Then today, I did something I rarely do...I watched Oprah.
I had some ironing to do, so I flicked on the telly and there
she was, giving away hordes of stuff, and the audience was going berserk.
Apparently this was day two of doing this, and her audience, filled with people who do good things all year round, had no idea that this was going to happen.
And, at the end of this over-the-top outpouring of stuff, she said something and I heard.
"It's not about the stuff, it's about the possibility that when you least expect it, something good can happen."
...and now, strange as it may seem...I get it.