Well it's been over a year since my only son and light of my life Brad passed away unexpectedly. The last two holiday seasons have been difficult, to say the least. Particularly since his birthday is in mid December. Being a single parent, Thanksgiving and Christmas last year were spent alone, just like this Thanksgiving. No turkey, no shopping for presents, just watching my Longhorns - alone. It's not like I wasn't invited to join other family and friends for the holidays, which I politely declined. It's just something I chose to do and everyone was very understanding. My son was the best person I have known in my life. He rarely met anyone that wouldn't become his friend. He would gently admonish me every time I used the word hate. He was always telling me Dad, don't hate. And boy did he love his Horns and Cowboys. Well, after spending another Thanksgiving alone, I saw something somewhere - on TV, on the internet, in the paper - I really can't recall - about all the people in this world that kind of pretend that Christmas morning with presents and food doesn't exist, because they essentially have nothing to give their children, other than their love. So, instead of locking the doors and drawing the shades this Christmas, I am sponsoring a neglected child through a child protective services. I have a 12 year old boy's wish list and I will go fight the crowds shopping for him over the next few days to fulfill it. It's really a small thing that I do, but to him it is probably everything. I know times are tough for a lot of people, but there is always something we can do for the less fortunate. Whether it's sponsoring a child's dream and making their modest Christmas wishes come true, or just donating a toy, article of clothing, or item of food to a charity. Google it and you will find countless opportunities to help someone less fortunate this Christmas. I humbly do it, because it's the least I can do. I know my son would think it's pretty cool. Peace, Love and Merry Christmas to all.