To Give When We Have Little Years ago, when my boys were small, our bank put up a Christmas tree with paper ornaments on which were written children’s names, ages, and the gift they wished for. Each year, I would take one of those ornaments. Money was tight back then, so I looked for a small gift, one I could get for under ten dollars. One year, my son told me I shouldn’t do that. “If you leave it for someone with more money, they’ll buy a better gift.” I hesitated. What he said made sense to me, and I was aware of a hint of shame and unworthiness poking…