A Broken Toy

I feel broken this Christmas. I am wondering where God is. He too is wondering where his middlechild is. A child he loves very much.

No tree again. No room for one. No presents to wrap as The Hunter decided to give money. My kids both need money as they are both in financial trouble. No dinners here as there is no room. No Christmas music on low. No Christmas Story on the T.V. playing over and over. Nothing baked and frozen. No joy.

Should I just pretend? I'm not one for playing games. I live on the honest side of the tracks. Maybe I could try as far as others go. But I doubt I could fool myself into thinking things will ever get better.

Like a toy at Christmas,....I am broken.