Christmas time is fast approaching, and I'm feeling sad because we won't have any foster kids this year. Should we even bother putting up a tree? Should we even celebrate? It's been a rough few years of miscarriages and hopes to adopt that fell through. This year I just don't know if I have the heart to even be happy about Christmas (which is my all time favorite holiday BTW). And, as sad as that is, I almost feel worse for poor Chucky, the shelf elf. This year he's doomed to stay at the North Pole, lonely, without a child to watch over.
There aren't many options out there for poor Chucky. I could hope that one day we'll have a child of our own who will enjoy him. Or, I could introduce him to a family in need. I know it sounds selfish, but I have a lot of memories with that little guy and the foster kid he watched over, and I'd be sad to see him go. I suppose I could have him watch over my nephews remotely and send pictures... I've got a couple of months to decide I guess...
