Twas The Night Before Christmas At the Station We Love
These good fellows don't belong to me, but I promise when I'm done to pick um up, dust um off and with a kiss on the cheek return them safely home.
A/N: Just for fun guys. I hope everyone has a wonderful holiday!
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, well maybe a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the Squad with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.
The firemen were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of days off danced in their heads.
And Cap in his boxers, and I in my white tee,
Had just settled our brains for a long revere.
When over the klaxons there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from the beds to hear what now mattered.
Away to the engine and squad in a flash,
The bay door now open, the good men did dash.
The moon on the breast of the low hanging fog
Gave the lustre of mid-day and muggy air-filled smog.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature ford, and eight generous empty beers.
With a giddy old driver, so drunk and not quick,
I knew in a moment it wasn't St Nick.
Less rapid than eagles, his curses they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called us all names!
"Now Curly! now, Boss, hey Kid and that Coper!
Go away Mikey, and Blue eyes, let's party more Marco!
To the door of the bar! to the pub down the road!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away us all!"
As dry heaves that before the morning hours do come,
When they meet with a toilet, after Vodka and Rum.
So off to Rampart the medics they flew,
With an ambulance full of stench, and puke filled shoes.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard from the staff,
The sarcastic comments and the heartfelt laughs.
As I threw off my shoes, and then spun around,
Down the hallway, came Doctor Brackett with a bound.
He was dressed all in scrubs, from his head to his feet,
And his clothes were all stained and no longer neat.
A stethoscope was hung around his dear neck,
And to be quite honest he looked like a wreck.
His eyes were so bloodshot! The blue eye shadow all gone!
His cheeks were like roses, then he actually yawned!
His saw us there standing and pulled up a smile,
A new bounce in his step as he came down the aisle.
Dixie passed him a candy cane, he held tight in his teeth,
And then his eyes lit up, like new lights on a wreath.
And the rest were passed out to my partner and I,
Making him shake when he laughed, while I worked on the supply.
Joe came from the patients room, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw the Santa hat on his head, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know, we had nothing to dread.
He spoke words of wisdom, as he looked at my socks,
And hoped that wasn't my stocking, cause Santa might leave me rocks.
With the next patient coming, his finger to his nose,
He gave a quick nod, and Dixie proclaimed, "Well, there he goes!
We returned to our Squad, to the radio whistle,
And away we went home, like the down of a thistle.
But we heard Cap exclaim, as we called it a night,
"Merry Christmas and be quiet, it's gonna be a long night!"