December 24th, 2012

Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire

Posted in The Job - General by 200

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 nine officers who lost their lives on duty in 2012:

  • Detective Constable Adele Cashman – Metropolitan Police
  • Special Constable Scott Bennett – Lincolnshire Police
  • Police Constable Nichola Hughes – Greater Manchester Police
  • Police Constable Fiona Bone – Greater Manchester Police
  • Police Constable Ian Dibell – Essex Police
  • Inspector Preston Gurr – Metropolitan Police
  • Police Constable David Rathband – Northumbria Police
  • Detective Constable Karen Paterson – Cambridgeshire Constabulary
  • Detective Constable Andrew Stokes – Greater Manchester Police

 

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4 comments

  1. Geeorge says:

    Happy Christmas to you and yours.
    May you all have a happy healthy and prosperous New Year.

    December 24th, 2012 at 13:38

  2. Tony F says:

    All the best to you and yours!

    December 24th, 2012 at 18:05

  3. Mad Mick says:

    Not a year goes by when this poem doesn’t make the room go all smokey. Merry Christmas to all, and to those brave officers….good night.

    December 24th, 2012 at 19:33

  4. Saracen says:

    ^^^^^ what mad mick says

    December 25th, 2012 at 21:58