Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the town,
the fire siren echoed
blaring its sound.
The firefighters came running
from far and from near,
and raced to the trucks
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 up to see
what was the matter.
I came to the chimney
and what did I see,
but a fellow in red
stuck up to 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.
