My mother once told me that the most precious Christmas gift she ever received came to her around 1920, when she received an orange, and only an orange, for Christmas, a gift from her mother, who took in washing and sewing for them to survive. This was before refrigerated trucks and trains, so for an orange to even survive the trip north was a small miracle. It was the first orange she had ever seen, and she knew that her magical gift came through great sacrifice by her mother. I think this every year when I watch ordinary people pummeling each other to get into a Wal-Mart or Costco at six A.M. on Black Friday, the onset of the celebration of the purported Prince of Peace, the onset of a materialistic frenzy that mocks his life and teaching. ~ Page 109(Why Good People Do Bad things by James Hollis PhD)