We were "money poor" so my Mom made me a rag doll and my brothers each got a store bought toy. My older brother cried and told my mom she didn't love him because he didn't get something she made. I'm sure she made him feel better somehow but I felt superior for quite some time. The other Christmas I remember is when my son was 5 and spent all but 11 cents of his Christmas money on his sisters gifts. He went into the Hallmark shop and told the shopkeeper he wanted to buy a gift for his mom. She asked how much he wanted to spend and she "sold" him an angel ornament for 11 cents. How do I know this, my husband was there watching the transaction. That angel has been on the tree every years for the past 44 years. Isn't life filled with wonder!