Please remember as you go about your festivities this Christmas, please remember all of those folks who can't be at home with their family and friends. Those that are deployed halfway around the world, working their shift at the hospital, manning the engine at the fire house or sitting in the front seat of their cruiser.

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the station not a creature was stirring, not even the Dalmatian.

The crew was all nestled snug in their beds as visions of desk boxes danced through their head.

The Chief in his night hitch and I in my cap had just settled in for a long winters nap.

When all of a sudden there arose such clatter we sprang from our racks knowing what was the matter.

The engine, squad and ambulance were told to respond to the scene of a drunken scoundrel who had tried to abscond.

To the rigs we all sprang and took our assigned spaces, with slightly tired looks still fresh on our faces.

Then the doors opened up and let in the snow we all heard a sound that made our blood run cold.

Seems the engineer had just let out a yell... "This dam thing won't start, dam-it all to hell"

When what to our wondering eyes should appear, but a shiny old steamer pulled by eight tiny reindeer.

The driver was dressed in nomex all red, with an old school leather perched there on his head.

He called out to our Chief with a warm happy tone. Care for a lift boys, there's plenty of room.

So we jumped onto that rig before it rolled out of sight, as the driver called out Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.