When I was 8 years old, I saved up my pocket money to buy my family Christmas presents. I remember bursting with pride as they each took a turn to open their carefully, wrapped gift. But what I remember most, was the joy expressed by my Gaga (Grandfather) when he opened up his tiny parcel. Of course, he took forever to open it! Which just added even more to my excitement. Inside was a dark green pencil sharpener and a brown pair of shoes laces. He said “This is the finest present I have ever had”. And the best thing is, I know he meant it. A reminder that the wee things in life are important.