Christmas is almost here. For weeks now, I've been a little "Bah, Humbug" about the whole thing, but I'm starting to warm up.
We're in the same boat as most of the country right now. Flat broke with kids expecting gifts under the tree. I have been so depressed and stressed out. Most days I would just rather skip Christmas all together, but I can't do that to my family. The gifts will be smaller, but with more meaning. They'll come from a place in the heart like they usually do, but when the funds are tighter, even the smallest gift seems like a treasure.
We are so blessed to just have each other. Life keeps hitting us in the gut with everything its got and we still keep standing back up again. We are survivors.