A Cop’s Christmas Eve
Candies, cakes, and eggnog.
Turkey, ham, and stuffing.
Family, friends, and sleeping dog on hearth.
Cedar logs sizzle.
Cookies and milk.
Laughter, giggles, and squeals.
Stockings and gifts.
Silent wishes and happy, hopeful dreams.
Wish I was there.
Pepper spray, handcuffs, and puking drunks.
Radios, shotguns, and TASERS.
Black eyes and broken bones.
Not their fault.
Dealers, robbers, and sad, pitiful kids.
Lots of drugs.
Crack pipes burning.
No place to sleep.
No food, no heat.
Gunshots and stabbings.
Car crashes and suicides.
Crying, bleeding, and dying.
Ambulances, hospitals, and morgues.
Glad I have one.
Please remember the many police officers, fire crews, rescue workers, hospital staff, and all others who work to keep us safe during the holidays.
And, thanks so much to each of you who’ve helped our daughter’s battle with cancer through donations, prayers, gifts, and healing thoughts. She’s quite ill, her hair is now gone, and the pain she endures daily is intense, but her sweet smile still lights up a room, and my heart.
Ellen, prior to receiving chemo.
Here’s how you, too, can help Ellen (our daughter). I cannot begin to stress the importance of each and every dollar. No donation is too small. Click here to help. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. You guys are the best and I don’t know how we’d make it through this without you!
Still praying for Ellen and for you, Lee. For strength, peace and eventual healing.
Lee, thank you for sharing this. Your Graveyard Shift posts are greatly appreciated. My prayers are with you and your family. Love to all of you.