christmas according to Stella

Last night, after reading to Stella and turning out her light, I was lying next to her in bed, giving her a back rub when she said, very seriously, "Mom, Christmas isn't about love."

"Sure it is," I said, looking at her narrow back, wondering where she was going with this train of thought. "It's about love and family and being thankful."

"No," she said matter-of-factly. "It's about presents."

Oh dear.