It was the month of December and I, the cover driver was happy. To know that soon I will make some money and will be out of the hub and into the cold weather. December will go by so fast without a care, I will get to see all the family hanging lights with laughter and love as I sit and think that my house is so glum and bare. My wife and kids are so sad to know that dad will not soon be there. They will get all warm and snug in there bed by nine they will ask if dad will be fine but he is all cold and wet. As they try to sleep, they will cry and weep to know that I must be beat they missed seeing me once more not getting a kiss or hearing I love them they do know they can see me only if they wake fast as I run out the door like a cold winter snap they can sit and have breakfast by themselves without dad. It’s hard to be happy when your customer are so full of glee and give “thank yous” with wishes of a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year Its hard for them to hear me reply “you do the same,” with my back to them as I run to my truck. Only thinking that’s just one stop with more to do and no time for a breaks. I know for sure I will be over and will see a warning letter, now trying to stay safe and get done for the day. It is now Christmas Eve, and your still out past three seeing people with family laughing for free as night falls your family is still waiting for you to get home it’s ten til nine, the food smells great, your overly hungry, the air is so cold and you still have 20 to go, my phone will ring, it’s the kids to see what time tonight I might be home and to tell you they miss you and good night as I hang up the phone, my eyes will fill with tears to know that the ones you love will not be full of cheer and will go to sleep with much fear. To miss Christmas Eve, what is our price? Is it worth all the fear, The money is nice but the memories are free and can never be repaid. As I drive back to the center, it will be empty, management has all gone to have a nice family dinner. Now in fear of Monday that will come, we will all be unhappy and blue to know we all will have write ups and some f-you “You should have done better, you know you can, so now get back to work our numbers are what matters.” I just don’t care because soon I will be back in the hub with much chatter. Now looking back, I see what I missed and what really matters, the month of December is long gone I missed my wife and 3 little daughters, time with them has now been lost, a hot winter meal, not one that has been left over to eat by yourself, knowing the memories my kids will have that I was not there will forever put a scare on my heart, and knowing that UPS doesn’t care, it sure will leave me in great despair, well I guess they can say I was Saint Nick, but who really gives a **** this is one more Christmas I was not there.