Christmas usually starts on the 24th of December for many people. They turn on the Christmas lights, put out the plate of cookies and milk for Santa, and tranquillize the kids to sleep despite their excitement for the next morning. We tidy up the house, wrap the presents and place them under the tree before retiring for the night exhausted and a little nervous and excited about the kids’ reactions to their presents from “Santa.”Then Christmas morning comes. That one day of the year we don’t yell at the kids for getting up early. We brew our coffee, gather around the tree in our PJ’s and start the unwrapping process. For many families, it’s a wonderful tradition, filled with splendid memories and all that “picture-perfect” jazz.Christmas has a little different feel in our house. Not because those traditions don’t sounds nice, but mainly because we have shift worker that typically is working. Actually, this will be our 7th Christmas with a child in the house…and this Christmas will be the 3rd time that we are all around on the 25th of December. You see…my wife is a police officer.Every day of the year there are police officers, firefighters, paramedics, nurses, and frontline personal support workers that go in to work. Most days of the year, that’s not anything special as the rest of the world heads into work as well. The big difference is that when there are holidays or weekends, their work doesn’t stop. People still need these folks to assist and help them…even on Christmas Day. My wife is one of those people that regardless of the holiday or occasion, goes in to work to keep the community safe. Does she want to go in? Not really…Does she complain when she has to go in AGAIN on Christmas Day? Not really…she does what she does every other day she has to go in for her shift. She gives us all a kiss, we tell her we love her, she gets in her car and goes off to work.She doesn’t think she’s special. She doesn’t think she’s doing anything special. She thinks she’s got a job to do, so she goes out and does it. That’s where she’s wrong. And so are all of her coworkers, colleagues in other fields, and those in a similar area of work that think similarly (and there is a lot!). They. Are. Wrong.Last year, on Christmas morning, my wife was up before anyone else in the house, she packed her lunch and slipped out of the house to go to work. A few hours after the kids were up and fed, a police cruiser rolled up to our driveway. The kids were ecstatic. Our favourite police officer had gotten a few moments to come home, give some kisses and say Merry Christmas to her family. The visit lasted maybe 10 minutes and she was on her way out of the house again to keep the community safe.I could say a lot more about these “types of people” but let me leave it at this: Thank you for your continued service. It does not go unnoticed.So for all of you police officers, paramedics, firefighters, nurses and personal support workers that are tasked with the important duty of serving your community: I hope you catch a few moments to say hi to your loved ones and shower them with your kisses and love, and know that there are people who are grateful for all you do for your family and your community.So from our quirky family to yours - have a wonderful Christmas!