Every holiday season my sister makes gift baskets.  It is one of the sweetest things she, or anyone, can do.  Although to her it's no big deal, the thought that goes into the items she chooses and the way they are arranged makes for a beautiful and heartwarming gift. I know for a fact that the recipients, which include not only friends and family, but all those who have been generous and kind throughout the year (the garbage man, our auto repair man, the mailman) feel very special receiving these handmade gifts.  

It’s widely accepted that Christmas is a holiday for children; no school, playing in the snow, presents under the tree. It’s all about seeing those little faces light up with glee. In our family however, there is one person, more than any other, who loves Christmas presents. That’s my Dad, fondly referred to as “Deed” or “Al the Pal”.  My Deed is one of those guys who revels in presents, no matter what size.  He adores little treats, tiny toys, movies and video games. Basically, my Deed is a big kid.