2001-12-29 / Letters

Note From A Jewish Elf The following adaptation of "A Night Before Christmas," was written by an NYPD sergeant, with apologies to Clement Moore.

Note From A Jewish Elf
The following adaptation of "A Night Before Christmas," was written by an NYPD sergeant, with apologies to Clement Moore.

Dear Editor:

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the Station House,
not a creature was stirring, not even a house mouse. 

The memorials were hung near the Desk, with great care, to remember the heroes who couldn’t be there.

The roll call was final, the platoon had been posted.

Nothing unusual will happen tonight, the Lieutenant had boasted.
Force figures faxed to the boro, Sectors teams out the door, I settled in at the T/S, for a nice easy tour.

When up on the roof, there arose such a clatter. I spilled my coffee getting up, than ran to see what was the matter.

Call the Boro, said the sarge.  Get the Duty Captain, Level Three! 
Don’t just sit there, he said.  "Get up there! Go see!"

I ran up the stairs, past the Squad, and CPOP. Past the locker rooms, male and female, all the way to the top.  And what to my wondering eyes did I see, than a male white, heavy set, with a beard, wearing a red coat, between 6-1 and 6-3.

While I took cover and wondered, what the hell would I do,
I noticed a sleigh, and many animals too! I called an 85, called Aviation, called TARU, requested a Boss, and Canine, and then ESU!

Sorry about the noise, said the suspect. This is somewhat new to me
I forgot that precincts don’t come with chimneys.

Police, don’t move, I yelled, with my hand on my gun. You’ve been watching too many Bruce Willis movies, he replied, just relax son.

My name is Santa Claus, remember me from when you were a boy. 
You’d write me letters, always asking for police related toys.

I come here with gifts, over there in the sleigh. Help me carry them downstairs, you lead the way.

I called off the help, as we walked down the steps, "No further Central, make it10-90X!"

As we walked down the stairs,Santa explained why he was here. Something strange occurred at the North Pole in the Fall of this year.

All the good little children who usually ask for toys, instead sent me e-mails, asking that I send their gifts to other little girls and boys.  They didn’t want gifts this year, they wrote in their prose, but instead asked that their presents go the children of the heroes.

It was touching I know, for kids to think not of themselves, so I gathered up all of my best little elves.  I told them, we’ve got a special mission in 2001, to cheer up these families, that have lost a loved one.

As Santa explained how his crew had been working overtime to build up a stash, I wondered privately if the elves took it in time or in cash?

We loaded the presents in vans, in scooters, and RMPs, making sure they would be delivered quickly to all twenty-three, the homes where our colleagues had planned their holidays, not knowing that evil would take them away.

I stopped for a minute to think about all the missing Moms and Dads, and made sure I thanked God for what I did have.

All those missing sons and daughters, won’t be there by the tree.
It could have just as easily been me.

As we thanked dear old Santa, for the gifts he had sent, then he left to visit the Fire Department.
Then, on to Cantor-Fitzgerald, and Aon, and to their families, and to all of the relatives of victims from the Port Authority.

After all our deliveries were done,
then I saw the poster on the wall, taped just above the phone. 
On the poster were pictures, twenty-three in all, heroes who had answered that one final call.

They rescued thousands of people, with a lot of help, that’s true,
but it could have been me, and it could have been you!

As we spend this holiday season, with menorahs, trees, and candy canes, please take a moment to remember their names:
Remember John Coughlin, Rodney Gillis, Ronald Kloepfer, Steven Driscoll, Santos Valentin, Paul Talty, Thomas Langone, and Brian McDonnell, all from ESU.  Remember Michael Curtin, and John Dallara, they worked at Truck Two.

Remember Timothy Roy, who worked at S-T-E-D, and Jerome Dominquez, Walter Weaver, Vincent Diaz, and Joseph Vigiano- all from Truck Three.

Don’t Forget Robert Fazio and Moira Smith from the 13th, or Mark Ellis and Raymond Suarez from Transit, or James Leahy from the 6th. Think of Glen Pettit who worked at Video, Claude Richards from the Bomb Squad, and John Perry, from the 4-0.

Remember these names please, its our obligation, to spread word of their acts to the next generation.
Remember always, that horrible morning last fall, and remember the heroes, God Bless them all!


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