He said he hadn’t drunk too much
Said he drove better with a few
We needn’t be worried about such ‘n’ such
At Christmas, he said, he always came through.

Now we never hear him joke
But we remember those words he spoke

And we always miss him at Christmas

Connell Wayne Regner wrote the first draft of this story as a dismayed reaction to the Christmas “toll” on the roads in his neck of the woods. Tim helped to polish the poem into its current form. From both, have a safe and happy Christmas and New Year.

Connell has requested that this story not be rated, out of respect for its message.