Christmas in Jail

This past Christmas was the first Christmas I shared with Jeremy. However, he didn’t get to experience the true feeling of Christmas at my house. On Christmas Eve night, Jeremy had to work. He basically got his uniform on, all but his gunbelt, and got in bed with his radio beside him. They told him the roads would probably be dead anyways and they would just call him out if there was a crash he needed to work. He had to leave to go work a crash around 2am, and he got back around 4am. When he got home, my brother, Ryan, was in severe pain. He was coughing up blood. Ryan wanted to wait until the morning to go to the doctor. Daddy took him to the doctor first thing Christmas morning, and we didn’t even open presents until that night around 7. That was the first time that Ryan felt good enough to open them. I did get to do something fun though! I was so down in the dumps about my brother being sick. However we got a phone call that Jeremy had to go to work. I was upset at first, but then I got invited to do with him! I got to go with Jeremy to the hospital to serve a warrant to arrest somebody that was in the hospital. That was fun. He had to work a crash the night before because this guy was drunk. So we had to go to the hospital and as soon as the drunk guy was released on Christmas day, BAM in the slammer. What an awesome Christmas gift, huh?