It seems clear that Christmas is widely understood not only as a religious but also as a familial celebration. I’ve just finished placing presents under the Christmas tree, when I realized that little Jesus in his cradle with St. Mary and Joseph by his side became hidden behind a big sparkling blue package. Little Jesus become unseen and obscure. This scene brought many questions; why do people buy expensive gifts, does this make them happy? Did it make me happy? I remembered going to the very crowded store as a part of a shopping ritual and I felt tired there. It was hot, the air was dry. Certainly not the ideal place to spend my afternoon hours. When I was waiting for the bus on my way back home, I heard a lady moaning about buying gifts and how stressful it was; spending all her money for things nobody needed. And this brought even more questions to answer at this late hour after Midnight Mass. And then, the answer struck me. ”Whatever makes you happy”, if total sellouts help you feel better, why not? It’s not about getting things, it’s all about giving things right?  Sad lady at the bus stop surely wasn’t happy about giving. And so, this was how I discovered the truth about my happiness. I have to feel happy about making other people happy. It’s very simple, really and I can go to bed now. The one, who read this carefully will notice a logical meaning: you have to make something out of it for your own pure happiness (it’s not just about giving things), if you don’t, others won’t know it’s there, because it isn’t.