How do you feel about spending $20,000 for dinner?
If you’re like me, you’re thinking of buying a dinner table, a fancy barbeque, a big screen TV, and a couple of big chairs for your living room.
These things aren’t cheap, but they’re all part of the package for a nice Christmas dinner.
But how do you decide what is worth your hard-earned money?
What is the right price to spend on a family-friendly holiday?
That’s what I’m going to tell you, as I try to figure out what to spend my hard-won money on this year.
When I was a kid, my mom would get us a lot of gifts and a lot to do.
We would always get things like “a pair of shoes for Dad, a pair of jeans for Mom, and two pairs of shoes from the boys.”
My dad would always buy us something special.
We’d buy Christmas presents for our grandkids, or buy us a gift card to the mall to play in the snow.
When we grew up, my dad always said to us, “You know what?
You’re lucky to have two parents who support you.”
But we also grew up with two moms who weren’t so lucky.
They didn’t have a big enough home for us to care for our four children.
I think that was one of the reasons why my mom was so happy when we moved to Seattle when I was young.
When we moved into our own home, we got to help our mom and dad with the housework and childcare and other responsibilities that come with raising children.
The first Christmas that my mom and I were married, we decided that we wanted to buy a big, shiny new house for the couple we were going to share with.
We decided to pay $1,500 for a 4,000-square-foot (3,700-square meter) home.
I didn’t even know that it was that expensive, but we were just looking for a big house.
I went to the local home-improvement store and bought a $200,000 (US) Home Depot Home Improvement Plus Platinum Home Improvement Package.
That was enough money for me to buy our dream house.
Our next home was much bigger.
I had two more kids, and our dream was to live in a larger house.
When my dad and I started our own family, I remember getting a call from the real estate agent at the realtor association asking, “Where do you want us to live?”
The response was, “We don’t want to live on the lot.”
So, we bought a 1,000 square-foot home in the city.
My parents had a really happy home in Seattle.
I always had the sense that the whole thing was a great idea.
My mom was the one who had always wanted to live here.
And my dad was the guy who had wanted to be a police officer.
But our relationship with our parents was so dysfunctional, that I had no idea that we would have to take on this responsibility.
But when I finally got to the city, I found out that our relationship had really deteriorated.
It was clear to me that my dad had really been neglecting us, that he had never been able to pay his bills, and that our mother had also been neglectful.
In the years since then, my mother had gotten so sick that she had to stay in a hospital for three months.
This past Christmas, I was so moved by her story that I started a GoFundMe campaign to help her pay for the hospital stay.
My goal was to raise $20k to pay her hospital bills, as well as to get her home back to normal.
The campaign raised almost $3,000, with the biggest amount coming from a single donor who pledged to give $5,000 to help cover the cost of the hospital stays.
The next day, my brother posted a picture of my mother on Facebook with the message, “Thank you so much for the outpouring of support.
I am so happy that you are back in good health.
I know that your family is doing everything it can to help you, and I thank you so very much for your support.”
My family was still trying to adjust to the new reality.
My brother had moved to Portland, Oregon to be closer to his parents.
I was still in Seattle, where I had gone to college, to get my GED.
My older brother had become the head of a local Christian college.
My mother was still working full-time in a grocery store, but her husband, a firefighter, was a little more flexible.
After the campaign was over, I wrote a post on my Facebook wall, sharing a photo of my mom with the words, “So happy for my mom.
I can’t wait to see her again this Christmas.”
My parents were so touched by my