My point is...

When I was a kid, every Christmas morning, I got up, went downstairs to the living room, had one look at all the gifts under the sparkling tree, and ended up tossing my sugar cookies. Once that was all cleaned up, I would open my first gift with a bucket beside me, which I often ended up using. After I got through the first few gifts, then my stomach would settle down. Likely because it was overrun with guilt-- guilt for puking and ruining Christmas for my family, guilt for not feeling gratef...