Trees are adorned with lights and tinsel. Holly wreathes cover light post and doors. People huddle around fires close to keep warm. The season of giving has come again, but not for some it seems. At a hospital in a children's ward, happiness is far from being realized. Small frail children lay in wait for hope to come. Reaching for joy to hold on to, but seldom finding it. This is what inspires me to give my gift. A present I give this season will not be of silver or gold, but of a thing more precious than riches untold. A single gift of blood, can redeem someone's life. It can bring a child back from the brink and put joy back into life. So while others shop for clothes and the latest thing that must be had, I will be giving a part of myself that is the greatest gift I have.