Christmas Bah Humbug

Oh how I used to love Christmas, how I'd wait and get up so early. How much fun it was to decorate the house and tree, albeit a 4 foot plastic one. Waking up to a full stocking (or footy sock) and a brown paper bag with goodies. I would love trying to find where our gifts were hidden. Then we grew up, and had our own Christmas. I remember one at Graham and my house in Shoalwater on the beach. It was hot enough to swim, everyone was so relaxed and I had a huge lucky dip box for all my kids. Now, at 55, I struggle to find any Christmas spirit. My family is in Australia and David, the fur babies and I are in the USA. I have only a part time job, bad health, no money and a 1 foot undecorated christmas tree. No gifts anywhere, not even the dogs, cats or my darling husband will get gifts. I can't afford to even send cards to my family. My father and brother are no longer with us. What is the point when you don't even know where the next dollar is coming from? Immigration still has not sorted my green card out, and of course want $1040 and a 20 page form to tell them I have been residing in Illinois for 3 years. I am not sure how much more my mind can handle. I am so very very sad this year. I miss Eisha and Wally and all the fur babies that have left us. My fur kids are all getting older and I know we may not have some of them in a few years. I thank goodness I have David, but he isn't a Christmas person, he is a Bah Humbug, waste of money guy. Which this year I can relate to. Do I believe in miracles? Nope, I am way too practical and independent for that. Merry Christmas to those far and wide who are doing it hard this year and Joy to those having a family Christmas, please, never take anything for granted.