Stationed at the entrance of Stop & Shop today was an elderly man collecting for the American Red Cross, As he stood there in the freezing cold ringing that bell and smiling through three layers of scarves, I had to stop. Fishing around for singles in a purse that Anna dissected all over the kitchen floor moments before, all I now had was a $10 bill. (Well, maybe it wasn’t my ten dollars. Technically, everything in my purse is property of the Bank of America.) Bursting with the spirit of Christmas and good will toward men, I stuffed that whole $10 bill in the donation box anyway, and I felt good about it. After all, the CEO of the Red Cross has a family to feed, too.