It was 1990. I graduated from the Reserve Police Academy that summer as an Officer; money was tight as I worked for minimum wage to make a living for my one-year-old son and me; and I was going through a divorce.
It was December 24th and I was finishing up a sweater I was knitting as a gift for my son when I got a late phone call from one of the office gals at the PD. She said someone left some boxes of presents in my name and asked me to come get them. I looked at the clock and saw it was after 10 pm but told her I would right away.
I got my son and bundled him up and we drove the 13 miles to town. When I walked into the PD, no one was there but the 2 big boxes full of presents for my son. I packed them into my '87 Toyota pickup and we drove back home.
After tucking my son back in bed, I hauled the boxes into the house and placed them under the tree and finished up his sweater. I cried and cried with the thought that someone cared enough about us to do this. I still had no idea who did this.
Morning came and my son (about to turn 2) jumped around with excitement at the colorfully wrapped gifts under the tree. I soon found out they came from the Radio Shack store that was owned by Keith Mercer and his wife. Keith was a police officer there. I did not think of Keith this way as he was very serious about his work.
This was the most memorable Christmas ever and I reflect back on it every year.
I am ever so grateful to him and the PD for giving me so much.....not only the gifts for my son but the gifts I learned as a Reserve Police Officer.
Merry Christmas to all.....
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