Happy holidays, Friend,
Have you ever had a root canal? Dad did a couple of years ago. I don't remember much about it, but he said it was the worst pain ever and he'd never do that again.
That's pretty much how I was feeling by Christmas night. It was like our pitiful life, with our pitiful Charlie Brown tree was under a microscope. All the bad stuff magnified times a hundred.
Mom tried really hard to make it good for Sarah and me. Before the "Big T" hit our town, I never thought of us as rich or anything. You know how we'd always compare gift lists? All of us were getting the same kinds of stuff, electronics, sports, video games...and clothes. Christmas morning I felt like I was in a bad dream.
I don't know what I was expecting, like maybe a fairy godmother or Santa or something to show up at the last minute and make it great. WRONG!!!
Sorry, Jason, I know I sound like a big whiny baby. I was just starting to feel like I kinda fit in at school. There's even a couple of kids from school who go to the church Mom's been taking us to. Ted and I were doing cool stuff. Sarah and I go to school and Mom goes to work. Sometimes it even felt normal.
Did you ever walk barefoot into the kitchen after someone had broken a glass? You knew it'd been broken, and Mom or somebody had tried to clean it all up. Not a problem...until your naked foot found the last remaining sliver by the frige. That's what Christmas was like to me.
Man, I better cut this off or I'll be crying all over the keyboard. You're the best, Jase! Keep sending me the team pics and cartoons. I promise I won't be such a grinch next time.