My name is Joy . I have a 9 year old daughter her name is Hope . Hope and I lost our apartment in 2922 . I work delivery jobs 7 days a week . they suck .. but Hope and I dork out together so it’s fun too . Takes about 12 hours To make enough for our  Food & 5 dots of gas to start the next day .Last Christmas was so hard .Hope got 2 little presents in a motel room . So my sweet little girl who works so hard reading the maps and adding up our daily earnings to find out how much more we need … only got two little things she did not even ask for . she deserves the world.  So I had to tell her the truth about Santa cause I did not want her to feel bad or unvalued in anyway. Being in our situation makes us both feel like that sometimes … but I tell her ..it’s not what others think about her that is important … it is how she feels about herself that matters most … a couple of weeks ago she floored me 9 hours in the car we were hungry and had made enough for the night so finally we got some jack in the box .. there was a really intoxicated man asking for money .. he was hurting and aggressive … she said mom we gotta feed him .. that’s why he’s mean . I said no . On the way out she put her food next to him she said this will make you feel better … She gives  her care and attention to people care and attention is the definition of love ...we never turn our back to the others in our situation …”you gotta love them up “ is our mantra and we do … it costs us around 1000 dollars a week to run on fumes eat and have our room . Last night after my shift …I had to sign in my job site and for the first time in a year wants proof I am me … They need my license ..I had to get a new one this year (dmv said it could take up to 2 weeks ) So just like that …I have no job like instantly . I have no options . I have utilized every resource . I was not expecting this .. in our room I stupidly spent money on a little tree she wanted and deserves so badly . She deserves that feeling of home..so I got it …I have $ 0.90 in my bank . I can’t pay for my room I get paid on Christmas but only for two days of work . I have a few presents from her school but I have not been able to shop yet . II’m sad that she is not worried about all the little things on her wish list…I am sad that she is 9 and terrified of not having our room a little food and enough dots of gas to get through Christmas …and she is trying to think of many’s ways to fix everything …but that is my job I just want her to be able to be a kid at Christmas …she has a different bag of tools of love and compassion then anyone I have ever met …she should not have my worries…I am so lucky to be her mom . I want to give her safety and security of just knowing the room is paid for and we will have full tummies through the holidays … one week .. of calm and assurance …and snugglie bunny’s and burt ( her little doggie )I am so ashamed to ask for help. I wish I could just work …please think of my Hope this Christmas find someone hungry and just love them up…..say a prayer for us cause we are trying so hard to stay pragmatic and kept trudging forward . May love encompass you and lift you up… Merry Christmas <3 Joy and Hope