December 20th, 2008

The Night Before Christmas

Posted in The Job - General by 200

I published the below poem around this time last year but as I was quite proud of it, I’m doing it again.

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 eleven officers who lost their lives on duty in 2008:

  • PC Kevin Gorman – PSNI
  • Part-time PC Declan Greene – PSNI
  • Part-time PC Kevin Irvine – PSNI
  • PC James Magee – PSNI
  • DC Ian Morton – Dorset Police
  • PC Glen Howe – South Yorkshire
  • PC Kevin Sparks – Devon & Cornwall Police
  • PC Ian Terry – Greater Manchester Police
  • PS Noel McCarthy – Metropolitan Police
  • PS Robert Walsham – Essex Police
  • PC Christopher Hart – Greater Manchester Police

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  1. Tony F says:

    :-) Thanks for that!

    December 20th, 2008 at 20:44

  2. annette says:

    That is so moving.

    December 21st, 2008 at 21:05

  3. 200 says:

    Ladies & Gents,

    May I introduce ‘notacopperanymore’ he has no concept of the phrase “right time, right place”.

    December 25th, 2008 at 20:09

  4. Notacopperanymore says:

    Yes he does. Right speed, right gear, right place on the road – sacrificing speed for position, and speed and position for safety. When this has not happened, many lives have been lost. I mentioned inapropiate vehicles. In the the PSNI they were responding blue in an armoured top heavy Shogun 4wd and the driver lost control spinning it 180 degrees before – thats before – it went on to collide with a fixed object and caught fire, and the damage to the vehicle was such that the doors would not open. On that occasion there were no civillian deaths, and quite rightly our thoughts should lend themselves to the loss of the officers. BUT, why should we not remember those civillians killed by POLACs at the same time we remember fallen officers? So right time? There is never a right time, but there is never a wrong time to remember that civillians have also lost their lives due to police actions as well. If you don’t believe me, ask the survivors, and the families of those who did not survive.

    Carry on.

    December 27th, 2008 at 03:31

  5. 200 says:

    Hmm, Notacopperanymore, that’s very strange, your comment seems to have disappeared and thus leaves my ‘introduction’ hanging in the air without any context.
    I can’t remember much of what you said but I believe it was a basic anti-police rant on the lines of “what about the 80 people ‘killed by police cars’ every year?”

    So in the context of my poem dedicated to police officers killed in the in the line of duty, you hijacking it with a rant about all the people murdered by police officers or whatever the hell point it was you were hinting at IS the wrong time and the wrong place. You want to remember them – go set up a website! There is nothing which gives you the right to turn my posts to your own purposes.

    Having said that, if you want to discuss the matter, that’s fine, I’ll play ball with anyone but I wouldn’t dream of intruding on someone’s dedication to a particular group of dead people by saying in essence, sod them, what about another group of dead people?

    December 27th, 2008 at 23:24

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