Santa, can you help me?

Dear Santa;

   I know. I am an adult. What adult still writes to Santa? Well truth here, even as a kid i never wrote to you, but, I did visit you every Christmas
 season at the stores, my grandpa/dads International Paper Christmas party ( I made you reindeer and Santa ornaments), and once in South Bend WA where
 I asked for a grey tabby kitten.
So, now you know who I am.
I am not writing for me. I wish I was. Yeah, silly, I know. I am writing for my boys.

Before I go to far you need to know the skinny.

Last year we were scammed by the people we were renting from. Due to me being sick hubby hadn't been able to work much and we got behind.
They said, in front of a judge mind you, that they would work with us. Two days later hubby got a job with Fred Meyers, but they don't pay during
training, which is 3 weeks. Two days before getting paid the people we were renting from had us evicted by sheriff. Hubby called them but they just didn't want
us there calling us troublemakers because we kept calling the police for drug activity.
Since then we have been living with his maternal grandfather. Well, in August, Poppy became ill, went into hospital, came home in hospice care.
This is not good. We are still here at Poppy's and watching him slowly transist into his new existence. Don't get me wrong.
I am so glad we are here as his 2 children would just leave him here to rot alone as this death thing is to much for them.
However, it has been made clear that upon his transition we will be expected to leave so his son, who sees Poppy's house as a cash cow for himself,
can sell it and squander the money. I have no reason to lie, what good would that do me. Yes, Dwayne, Poppy's only son, would put 2 small children
out on the street. Sad, I know. But Dwayne is that money hungry.

Santa, I know you visit so many children. An that is so awesome. And, no, I do not hold anger that you never came across with that Chevy truck.
However, I do need to ask for your help. I don't want my boys punished because I was fighting PTSD. ANd Dwayne wants to punish them claiming
I was faking and that hubby was just being lazy. Trust me, he was not being lazy, he was putting up with me.
Santa, I am not asking for a hand out. I am not saying "hey, find a richy rich that will give us house", that's not me.
Santa, I am asking you to help us in a kinda strange way. I like to make candy, mostly lollipops and hard rock candy. If you could could you maybe
buy enough at 50 cents a piece , or find people or groups of people, so that I can buy us a house? That's 400,000 lollies and or pint mason jars of
hard rock candy or broken glass candy. And yes, I can make that much. Might take 3 months but I can do it.
I don't want charity, unless its not asked for. I want to work for my stuff. I was raised that way.

Please,if you can Santa, help me help my boys.

If you need to know where we are currently please contact me via email

Thank you for listening to me.

Isha Tae Jade-Adams (Nikki Lynn Lewis)
mom to Arleigh and Colt