Most people would like a white Christmas. My "cloistered brothers" are no different. Christmas times are sad inside prisons. Their loved ones and cherished memories are out of reach for all of them. They feel "blue." It's difficult.
Last weekend, someone had an accident. He was trying to plug in a frayed wire and sparks flew out and fell on a blanket. It caught on fire. 60 inmates had to be displaced. They are not happy. The administration gave them new mattresses and blankets and placed them here and there. Some of these guys lost their pictures, cards, books, etc. Now they have nothing--a mattress and a blanket.
Fortunately, each block started a collection for the inmates. They took a bag and everyone contributed what they could: clothes, shaving cream, etc. It's impressive.
That's Christmas in prison.
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