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PostHeaderIcon Christmas For Jimmy Lee Bailey

The call—a child in need of services.

What I found was a child in need of love.

His house, held together by random lengths of mismatched clapboard-siding, sat at the end of a hard-packed red clay path. Shreds of tar-paper and rusted tin covered most of a rain-blackened plywood roof. Four spray-painted cinder-blocks served as a front stoop.

The front door had no knob or lock. Just a curved, metal handle, worn slick from years of pulling and pushing. A brick propped against its bottom held the door closed.

I knocked.

“Come in,” a little voice said.

It was just days before Christmas and there was no tree.

No presents.

There was no food.

No running water.

No cabinets. No stove.

No refrigerator. No beds.

No drywall. No insulation.

Just bare studs and ceiling joists.

A small, dented and soot-caked kerosene heater fought a losing battle against a cold December evening. Two milk jugs for holding fuel sat near the splintered front door. Both empty. The heater’s fuel gauge rested at one notch above E. The weak orange flame would soon fade away. The temperature outside was 20, and dropping.

A tattered blanket and two patchwork quilts. Threadbare and slick from wear.

No winter coats. No hats, nor gloves.

Dirty window panes.

Dish towel curtains.

A hardware store calendar, two years old.

A cooler with no lid.

Mom, passed out on the floor.

A bottle of bourbon, its contents long gone.

A pipe for crack.

“Mama says daddy will come home…someday.”

A dog. All ribs and backbone.

The floor, bare.

No rugs, no toys. ­

A table.

Two chairs.

A book.

Some paper.

The boy, writing.

Cigarettes.

A saucer for ashes, overflowing with discarded butts.

A deck of ragged playing cards.

Roaches. Up, down, there and here.

Mouse. Unafraid.

A squalling baby.

The bugs, they’re there, too.

The stench.

A plastic lard bucket in the corner.

A checkered cloth on top.

A half-empty roll of Scotts.

The only bathroom indoors.

“You writing a letter?”

A nod.

“To your Dad?”

“No, to Santa.”

“Mind if I have look?”

He held it up for me to see.

“Your handwriting is very nice.”

A smile.

Dear Santa,

Don’t worry about the bicycle I asked for.

Or the Tonka trucks and new coat.

And I don’t even like video games anymore.

Or DVD’s and toy trains.

I’m too big for those things now.

‘Sides, some men came and took the TV. Said Mama couldn’t pay for it no more. The ‘lectric neither.

What I’d really like is a warm blanket for my brother. He needs some milk too. And some medicine to make his fever go away. And could you help my Mom some? She needs to stop drinking and smoking. I wish you could make those men leave her alone too. They get all lickered up and hit her and make her cry. Maybe you could bring my mom a coat for Christmas this year. She don’t have one and she gets cold when she walks down the street to get her cigarettes and that other stuff she smokes. And if you don’t mind too much could you bring my daddy something to eat. He don’t never have no money. And if you see God while you’re up there flying around please tell him to say hi to my baby sister. And ask him to tell her I’m sorry I couldn’t make Mama wake up and take her to the hospital. If you can do all that don’t worry about bringing me nothing. That stuff will do just fine.

Your friend,

Jimmy Lee Bailey

Jimmie Lee Bailey was definitely in need of some love. And when Christmas morning rolled around he got his Tonka trucks, a couple of video games, a bicycle, and a new coat. He also had a nice meal before moving to his new home. All courtesy of the guys who patrol the graveyard shift.

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PostHeaderIcon Almost Christmas: Where Have They Gone?

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Where have they gone?

It seems like just yesterday when they were last here

Sharing laughter and love

Games and hugs

And bedtime stories

Of giants and beanstalks

Jack Horner and Miss Muffett too

Family meals

School plays

Summertime fun

The beach

The boardwalk

Taffy and arcades

A milkshake and  french fries

Special times

Fun times

Why, it was just yesterday when my mother held me in her arms

While an aunt made faces

And funny sounds

Holidays

Easter

Grandparents, parents, aunts, uncles, and cousins

Yes, the cousins

All sizes, all shapes

Boys and girls alike

Colored eggs

Playing in the old barn

Cowboys and cowgirls

Pretend horses and sticks for guns

Toy trucks and wagon rides

Such fun

Sometimes doing things we knew we shouldn’t

We were carefree

And worried not

Life was forever

Fireflies, hide-and-seek, and freeze tag

Seasons came and season went

Holidays too

Thanksgiving, Christmas, and the new year

Sleigh bells

Santa

The tree, the lights, and the angel perched high above

Turkeys and hams and holiday treats

Presents, trees, and eggnog

There was laughter and love

Games and hugs

But…

It’s mostly quiet now

As I often sit, lost in thought

Where have they gone?

My grandparents, parents, aunts, and uncles

It’s almost Christmas

…and they’re no longer here.

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