My decorations are up, my list is made, and my bank account is empty. Actually, it's worse than empty. I've tapped into the overdraft protection just to keep my home lit and warm. This year is slim pickins and get this--my kids don't seem to mind.
I spoil my kids. They usually get what they ask for and go wherever they want. But this Christmas there won't be many presents waiting for them when they run down the stairs. Well, that was what I thought until just recently.
I don't like to ask for help. I won't, unless I'm in so deep I need the entire Dallas Cowboys football team (my boys, hee hee) to pull me out of the hole I'm buried in. My pride seems to get the better of me most days. I'm true to my sign--stubborn as hell. I don't like to be. I just am.
So when my kids tell me that they understand and that they don't need anything for Christmas, I'm more determined than ever to make sure they get something special this year. And they will no matter what I have to do even if it means pushing my pride aside.
Nothin' for Christmas? Bah humbug!