Bah Humbug.

Christmas is coming. And I am far from Christmas cheer. I have a whole list of things to vent about. My cluttered "desk", my poor excuse of a bedroom, the half finished bedroom downstairs to eleviate the space issues we have, the fact that we haven't had grocery money in three weeks, but we don't qualify for food stamps. And after applying for medical assistance, we still have to pay $3000 in medical expenses, which we don't have. I haven't bought a single Christmas present yet. We got a $50 gift card from my husband's work dinner party and we used it for pull-ups and an itty bitty tree. I don't even know if Santa is going to come this year. My daughter told me she wrote a letter to Santa asking for an iPod and a three story barbie house. I told her that these things cost money. "Well that doesn't matter because SANTA is bringing it!!!" She practically chewed me out about it. I am torn between letting her live in her little fantasy world and filling her in on the truth. Although I think she may have an inkling that Santa is not all he's cracked up to be, perhaps that is why she is so defensive about it all.