I will buy a toy for brown santa. My parents used to make me do this every year, pick a toy I wanted and give it to the police man collecting. I remember distinctly being 6 or 7 and picking out the coolest She-ra ever then handing it to the sheriff to wrap for someone else. I was so excited when my Christmas tree had one for me too but even at that age I knew someone else was excited about it too. It was a cool red headed friend of She-Ra.

My father lived at Salvation Army before he went into foster care, I always give as much as I can to the red pots. They fed my dad and gave him a blanket when he was only 5 years old, I hope they are still that wonderful because I know my Dad is.