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Monday, December 4th, 2017

So it’s Angel Tree season. That thing where I pick a child to sponsor in an effort to raise 1K by New Years.

In years past I’d cry and pray, think of nothing other than how I could raise more money.
Last year the name of the fundraiser got changed to MACC, which stands for Miracle Adoption Christmas Campaign, or something like that.
In 2016 the little boy who is called Kolya on Reece’s Rainbow died. My heart was torn in a million pieces and came back together not the same. Instead of believing I could raise money and save lives I grew seeds of bitterness and suppression, which really works out for people around me since being mad, sad and disappointed is a lot quieter than what I was doing before.
It used to be that ornaments with the child’s face and country on them cost a donation of $25. Now they’re about 1/3 the size they were, aren’t sent out for anything below a $35 donation.

Perhaps it was the fundraisers change of name, the decreased quality in last years ornaments, jacked up prices or Kolya’s death that changed me, either way, I still signed up. This year for a beautiful little boy from Kolya’s country called Franklin. Today’s date is December 4th, and the only money in his “MACC” account is the cut of the $35 donation which comes to $27 for the child. Doesn’t seem fair. HOWEVER, from years of being a sponsor in this fundraiser I know that as the season closes, magically annonomous donors show up and fill the children’s accounts…kind of like Santa for the kids whose parents can’t afford to put gifts under the tree.

I’ll be thrilled when/if those donors fill Franklin’s proverbial stalking with whatever remains to be put in there to meet the 1K goal. Like the child who hears that Santa Clause isn’t real, I know that that money that I’d literally beg for truly isn’t going to bring this child home.

Boy am I ever glum tonight!! Perhaps it’s just more present issues, like that the trash didn’t get taken out and is entirely full…that the kitchen isn’t clean, lunches aren’t packed and maybe a bit of regret that I’m subbing for a week at the high school. At any rate, tomorrow will come and the day after that.