I don’t like shopping for holidays any more. I used to love to get little gifts and fill baskets and stockings, but now I just get sad. I bought a Thomas the Tank Engine dvd for my son, who is 12. I never thought I would still be doing that. I feel guilty when shopping, because my daughter is so easy to buy for, but I need more finesse with my son. He is very particular. I got him a Dr Who dvd for Christmas years ago, when they were hard to find here. He took it out of his stocking and scurried away to his room to hide it. He didn’t want it. I was so sad. I didn’t realize that he does not like people in posters or books or dvd covers facing the camera. He is afraid they are looking at them. Too intimate, I suppose. Since then I am gun shy about just what to get. I don’t care that he still likes the things he loved when he was little, they comfort him in the adolescent world of constant change. I just sometimes feel like I am loosing touch with him at his age, and I don’t want to.