December 21st, 2009

Twas the Night before Christmas

Posted in The Job - General by 200

The below poem has appeared on this blog for the last two years, so it’s getting to be a bit traditional:

Twas the night before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung on the doorknobs with care,
But something was missing, my dad wasn’t there.

Out in the night parked under a star,
My Dad was there watching in his traffic car.
Now out in the snow, where nothing had stirred,
the radio crackled, the big engine purred.

Dad adjusted his cap and straightened his tie,
Got out of his vehicle and looked round the sky.
He turned up his collar and looked all around,
And listened so hard for that wonderful sound.

And sure enough soon through the cold winter night,
My Dad on patrol saw the wonderful sight.
There up in the distance so vivid and clear,
A light getting brighter it soon would be near.

He called on the radio “Tango-one-oh,
“I think I have contact out there in the snow.
“I’ve got him on mapping, it’s him there’s no doubt,
“I’m off the to R.V. point, Tango-ten, out!”

Dad jumped in the police car & looked to the sky,
Just getting closer but ever so high,
Bathed in the glow of a deep yellow light,
He finally saw the wonderful sight.

First Dasher then Dancer then Prancer and Vixen,
And Comet and Cupid then Donner and Blitzen.
Then out in the front of the beautiful sleigh,
Was Rudolph the Reindeer leading the way.

Santa looked down at the police car below,
Grateful once more for a guide through the snow.
“This is Santa, come in Tango-ten,
“It really is good to see you again.”

“Roger that, Santa, your message is clear,
“This really is the best assignment all year.”
The police car revved hard as Santa flew by,
Then magically lifted up into the sky.

Over the County they flashed blue & red,
Santa behind and my Daddy ahead.
Landing on rooftops and climbing inside,
Then off to the next, my Daddy the Guide.

They finally finished their job in the sky,
Daddy saluted as Santa flew by.
“Same time again, Santa, next year once again?”
“You bet, and my thanks go to you Tango-ten.

Into the distance Dad saw Santa fly,
He took off his cap and loosened his tie.
And feeling quite pleased with himself, as he should,
He knew he did well, he did fine, he did good.

When I open my presents although I am sad,
I know Santa leaves me a kiss from my Dad.
And although I miss him I know in my soul
Though Dad’s up in heaven, he’s still on patrol.

Dedicated to the twelve officers who lost their lives on duty in 2009:

PC William Barker – Cumbria Police

PS Iain McClay – Metropolitan Police

PC Michael Johnson – Wiltshire Police

PC Phillip Pratt – Kent Police

PCSO David Adams – Avon & Somerset Constabulary

PC Christopher Dent – Metropolitan Police

PC Gary Toms – Metropolitan Police

PC Stephen Carroll – Police Service of Northern Ireland

PC Laura Williams – Metropolitan Police

PC James Drew – Hampshire Constabulary

PC George Small – Metropolitan Police

DC Diane Donald – Strathclyde Police

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