The Night Before Christmas
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the town, the fire siren echoed blaring it's sound.
The firefighters came running from far and from near, and raced to the trucks quickly donning their gear.
And I in my bunkers my boots and my hat, jumped to the engine to see where the fire's at.
Down at the corner of Fifth and of Oak, the dispatcher informed us of a house filled with smoke.
Smoke poured from the sides, from up and from down, yet up on the roof there was none to be found.
So up to the rooftop we raised up a ladder, and climbed to the top to see what was the matter.
I came to the chimney and what did I see, but a fellow in red stuck past his knees.
Well we tugged and we pulled until he came out, then he winked with his eye and said with a shout.
"These darn newfangled chimneys they make them too small, for a fellow as I, not skinny at all."
With a twitch of his nose he dashed to his sleigh, and called to his reindeer, "AWAY now, AWAY."
As we rolled up our hoses he flew out of sight, saying "God bless our firefighters" and to all a good night.
FIRE POETRY