I think it was Kirk Douglas who said that - ‘you are not living unless you are giving’. Anyway, as I grew older, I felt that Christmas was meaning less and less to me. Traipsing around shopping centres, the mad rush to buy presents for everyone, squabbles with distant family you see once a year for Christmas dinner. So, in recent years, I told my family not to buy me anything, and I would donate money (as much as I could afford) to a worthy charity. I choose a different charity each year after discussing it with the family. Last year I donated money to a women at work whose husband died of cancer and she had to look after 2 young children on her own. This year, I am giving money to St Kilda Mums, a charity that helps new mothers in the St Kilda area in Melbourne who may be struggling for various reasons, and they provide free baby stuff, support, etc. I found out about them some years ago when my kids moved beyond the baby phase and I had to find somewhere to send the no longer used cots, prams, etc. Volunteers from St Kilda Mums came around and collected the lot and found homes for everything. My approach is to double the amount of money I donate each year, which suggests I may have to stick with the corporate job for while longer. I don’t want to suggest I am some holly person, as I do this because it makes me feel good. So, in that sense, it is driven by an element of self interest. But take my word for it, it does make you feel pretty good. Merry Christmas everyone.