I guess it is the nature of the holiday. As a child, Christmas morning can’t come soon enough. I find myself looking back, to what used to be, and remembering events and people long gone. I wrote this several years ago. It is about a fellow narcotics investigator, Johnny Grey, who had a extra job as Santa Claus.

Narcs can be a cynical bunch, at least outwardly. Try as we might, we couldn’t get Johnny to buy dope dressed as Santa Claus. Johnny had been known to frequent a titty bar, only in the line of duty. We volunteered to be his elf entourage if he showed up at the titty bar as Santa Claus. Not a chance.

At any rate, Merry Christmas. Johnny you’re still remembered!