It was the Friday night before
Christmas, a crisp
We were cruising the township roadways with
Santa Claus on the rescue.
It was an
annual event, much enjoyed by many of the smaller members of the community and,
truth be told, by many of the bigger ones as well.
were flashing, the siren screaming, the air horn blasting and regular sounds of
“Ho Ho Ho” were echoing in the night air from behind me.
I rode the officer’s seat in the cab, just enjoying
the atmosphere and the smiling children we encountered on our slow tour.
My fun was broken by a radio call.
to Chief 36,” the radio query came.
After I responded, the dispatcher asked, “You wouldn’t happen to be out
with Santa Claus by chance, would you, Chief?”
call in by phone?” the dispatcher asked.
have a good feeling as I reached for the cell phone mounted on the dash.
Was some scrooge upset by the siren noise, I
When I got the dispatcher on
the line, it was nothing like that.
Chief, we just had a call from a grandma on Greenfield Road
She was upset ‘cause she had been out when
you went by and her grandchildren just missed Santa.”
tell me she didn’t call in on 911?” I asked the dispatcher, almost dreading his
The 911 emergency line is
certainly not the proper method to obtain a visit by Santa Claus.
she did,” he said with a laugh.
about that, we’ll take another run down that road.”
We have to take care of a grandma like that,
I thought to myself.
Chief, and Merry Christmas,” the dispatcher answered, as we both disconnected