When my husband of 12 years walked out on me and our two young children, I didn’t know how we would survive. I made little at my cleaning and haircutting jobs, and we couldn’t afford to stay in our home. We packed up and drove to Idaho, where relatives helped us find a small house for rent.Then the holidays arrived. The kids approached me with puppydog eyes. “Mom, can we go to the mall? Santa’s there!” Sure, why not, I figured. They made out their Christmas lists. A trendy doll for Katiebeth. A big Lego set for Keith. New clothes for both. Nothing I can afford, I worried.
The kids lined up and finally got their turn on Santa’s knee. Afterward, they seemed so excited. How could I let them down? At a thrift store, I found some passable used clothes, books, a board game. I wrapped and hid the gifts in the closet. Lord, please help the kids understand.
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