I have for the first time in my life begged for work. I have four small children, and they are all expecting Santa to show up because, overall, they've been good. I am probably gonna have to call in the Marines this year, as I have no means of providing Christmas this year.
When my dad was a youth, their Christmases were a new pair of shoes and $2 out of the Sears catalog. All of my fairly well off life, I have thought dad and his siblings were poor. This year, I think they had it made. This year, I would be happy to have $2 per child. I wonder what that would be, adjusted for inflation? More than I should hope for, I guess.
My children like to make wishes, on birthday candles, and the Evening Star. Without fail, they always wish daddy had a lot of money. My Granny used to say, "if you wish in one hand and [spit] in the other, which one would fill up first?" I get it, Granny.
To be completely honest, my kids aren't hurting for anything. And they'll get gifts from Dad and his wife, and my baby brother wasn't as dumb as me and the other brother, so he didn't go into the construction business. He's a teacher, so he's got lots of money. But my middle brother is also broke. And all that is really not the point. It does something to a man's pride to not be able to buy Christmas for his kids.
I wonder how Sasha and Malia will make out under the tree this year? I bet they do okay. Especially since their daddy is a Muslim. I bet Barak won't even buy their gifts himself. What a f'ed up world we live in, huh?
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