This letter was written from a place that haunts me still. I think it is illustrative of the importance of “presence” at Christmas. Love is the punishment; it is what ties you to the outside world and pulls you in directions you are forbidden from going.
I hope this letter finds you sometime during the holidays. Consider this your Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year as well.
We haven’t had hot water for three days now. I was lucky and had my shower during the few moments when there was some. The kitchen is really messed up because they can’t do dishes. We have been served on Styrofoam plates with disposable spoons. Our cups are the same as we were issued on day one. I wonder how sanitary a cup is after several months without being washed in soap and water. Mine is brown inside, stained from hundreds of coffees and teas. At least it’s easy to keep separate from the new arrivals clean green cups.
We also haven’t had yard for four days at least. The new mesh fell to the yard floor along with support cables with its first exposure to snowfall.
One of the guys is getting out in the morning. I feel a little sad to see him go. We’ve shared this same small space for three and a half months. There were things I didn’t like about him, times I wished he wasn’t here, but when it’s all said and done we got along. That’s the most you can ask of your fellow inmates, to get along.
I received a Christmas Card today. It is a northern scene of White Birch with a blanket of snow on the forest floor. Standing out from all the white is a bright green Spruce tree. I showed it to my cellmate and we decided we would use that little Spruce as our Christmas tree. So tonight December 18th we put up our tree. It was the first tree I put up that I didn’t curse at. It was nice to receive and let some spirit into our cell and some laughter into our hearts. I wish the same for all of you. I will miss you this Christmas but I will probably think of you all more than if I was there. I know I will never forget the Christmas I spent in jail but I wonder what will make it memorable; the spirit that will creep into our day or the spirit that is absent. No doubt some of each.
Say ‘Hi to the dogs and use my name.
I still have the card…thanks Candace, wherever life finds you.
probably your most memorable but not best Christmas. Hope this one is better
I was surrounded by orange and saw mainly bars but I still got a glimpse of Christmas. Fortunately it is something we carry with us. I hope the season delivers many blessings.
I hope it does to you too–and that you are getting more than a glimpse this year
I was just thinking as I read how the new picture on your blog contrasted so strongly with your words. And then I got further down and found the connection. I hope that this Christmas you get some peace that was no doubt missing that year.
But then I also have to defend my kiwi heritage for a moment and say that snow is just so wrong at Christmas. Beach and barbeques here. But you enjoy your snow. 🙂
I live in a tropical portion of Ontario where as of now we have had no snow. Like you I can BBQ but I stay away from the beach this time of year, it’s cold enough that my Speedo says more than I would like it to.
LOL. Some things I just don’t need to know. LOL
just random thoughts,
i hate how people misjudge us, they think bad about you, where as you would be totally pure, lovely and calm yet we sometimes deserve this misjudgement
life is not fair, it was never fair, and it will never be…