that Secret Santas are really hard when you're broke.

I'm hoping you'll be able to see this, as it's in white font. You should, because it's a black background, and if you can't, you won't be reading this, so why exactly am I rambling? Oh, well.

Well, I want to get the person I picked for Secret Santa what I know he wants, but it's an eighteen dollar item and I only have fifteen to spend on him. The rest of the money I have will be spent on my best friend/soul twin because she deserves an epic Christmas this year. Her mom has two tumors in her neck that could be the beginning signs of cancer. We don't know. She's going to have surgery on the twenty-ninth, and there's a forty percent chance that they won't be able to remove the tumors. And my best friend lives an hour and a half away, so I can't physically be there for her like I want to be, so I'm going to put together a bunch of stuff and mail it to her. Like, hot cocoa packets and marshmallows and tissues and good books and stuff like that. Fortunately, my Secret Santa person knows my best friend and what we are going through and should understand, and perhaps I will be able to find him something under budget that he'll like just as well. -crossing fingers- I mean, he used to be my best friend, and I know him pretty well, so I should be able to pick something he'll like. Mom and I are going to go somewhere before the twenty-third and find something. Ugh. Wish me luck.

 

Lee