Every year I think about writing one of those hokey Christmas newsletters.Every year I start it off with the first few sentences and then quit.All the other Christmas newsletters I read have so much good news like Sally made all A’s, Dean got full paid scholarship, Mike got a promotion, we took a long vacation to the somewhere far away and expensive, and it goes on and on.It seriously makes me want to barf!Consequently, I always quit because mine would go something like this:

It was a year in 2008 and slightly better in 2009.We lost our shirt in a business venture, was homeless for a few months, our house was in foreclosure and then slated to be auctioned, we collectively gained a 100 pounds that won’t find someplace else to live, our kids are growing up and (in spite of us and possibly needing counseling) they are doing fine.

Well, fine except one kid had ACL surgery twice this year.Both kids think I love the other child more, both are deprived because their friends all have new cars to drive and name brand clothes to wear and neither understands the value of being poor and learning to pull yourself up by the bootstraps.

Fortunately, in this bad economy both of the adults in the house have jobs.I use the word jobs because the word career is meaningless when it comes to collecting pay checks.We are all healthy, have food to eat, a few gifts around the tree, family that loves us even when we think they don’t, friends that would come if we called, a new car and a car payment to go along with it, a small pile of bills and a smaller pile of money to pay them with—but pay them we are, slowly but surely.

We are looking forward to a new year, new beginnings, new outlooks.After all, when you’re near the bottom there’s only one way to go unless you start digging.

The moral of this story is that a lot folks just do not want to hear about all those great things you made up to make your family look awesome.This is a real world and the 50’s families are relics of the past.

Now, you understand why I never get around to writing hokey newsletters.I just find them way to depressing.Ha, I have probably depressed half of the free world already.Seriously though, Have a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year. Bah Humbug!