When you are a kid, waking up on Christmas morning and opening all the gifts that are given to you is a euphoric feeling. But as I grow older, I start to stray away from me opening presents as my favorite part of Christmas. And that's completely understandable, but what became my favorite part of Christmas is the exact opposite of what it was when I was a kid.

My favorite part of Christmas is now the gift giving; the hunt for the perfect present. It is not that I like the act of shopping, but shopping for what I think the person is going to love and what is useful to them. It is walking around the store and thinking or finding that one present that you know will make the difference when it comes time to open presents.

As I grow older, I start wishing for the others I am with to have a fun time, and worrying less about me. I want to see the person's face light up, and that smile solidifies why I spent countless hours trying to think and find the particular present. It shows them and yourself how much you know and care about that person. So much is communicated without even speaking when the perfect gift is given.

This is a sign I am growing up, and I am glad. I love being able to give presents to my parents that have given so much for me. I know a few high priced presents will never compensate the time, love, and care they have given me. But I know to them the price has no value to them, but the thought and creativity of the present is what they care for. And the smile on their face and a hug after unwrapping the gifts, is all I need.