I'm a single mum (you all; "No, REALLY?") and our extended family situation can be summarised in four words: We Have A Cat.
So I get to pay for a lot of things.
Now, I might sound like an unappreciative prat here, but don't send someone like me flowers. They look pretty so will loosely add to the quality of my eyeballs' life experience for maybe a week, but the downside is you'll make my Bank Account Gland cry, and that Hippie part of me that eveyone else BUT me knows exists will feel SO BAD because you KILLED them, for ME, so I am personally responsible for the pretty flowers' demise and that will make me come back in the next life as a cockroach or a rock, so quit sending me flowers, you heartless bastards!
Someone like me really appreciates the gift of Not Worrying So Much, and to be frank, this gift comes in the form of You Paying For Shit.
No kidding, nothing says Merry Christmas like the price of those flowers being redirected to my utilities.
It might not be Glamorous or Luxurious or even, Not Crass, for you to dump some cash in my child's education costs either, but that, unlike the damn flowers, has longevity. It's literally a gift that keeps on giving because his Education=HIS FUTURE.
Dude is already under the hammer because he's socioeconomically handicapped, so helping him rise above what the statisitics predict his future will be is a REALLY REALLY GOOD THING.
And in a single parent family, ten bucks is a big help, so don't think I'm asking for thousands here. I'm actually asking for UNDERSTANDING, not stuff.
Because you know what makes me Not Worry So Much even more than You Paying For Shit? Feeling like we're not alone in our march toward the future, and knowing that you care about us and want us to have what we need (Less Worry) more than you want us to have what you want us to have this holiday season makes me feel more loved than any stuff ever would.