Dear Santa,

I can't take anymore this year.  Actually this year was fine but the last two months have been hell. Most would consider my life a walk through hell and I do to. However, as a grown up I've worked hard to reduce drama and be normal. You know the normal person who enjoys Christmas, puts up a tree, smiles at all the rosy cheeked children and then eats and drinks until they are merry. I've worked hard for that but yet I continue to be tested.

I'm hoping that this Christmas you won't swing by my house. I can't afford the bill that comes along with Christmas. The broken arm and the psychologists have taken it all and I fear for the rest of the month. Is there a way that you can wave your magic Yule log and just let us all believe that its January? I fear after the flu has passed that the much needed nervous breakdown I so deserve is on its way. I fear that there is no more money for wine or antidepressants let alone the 16th birthday on the 19th that I wanted to be so special for Ms. Puddin and more gifts under the tree not 6 days later. It appears that none of this is going to happen now. I just want to crawl under the covers and wish it all away. I think that's a rather mature attitude under the circumstances. Alas, I'm still forced to see the season all around me and its just fucking depressing me even more.

Pass me by quietly if possible and could you speak to God while you're up there zooming through the clouds passing out gifts to everyone else?

Best Regards