This poem has become to my blog what A Christmas Story is to TV. For those who've never read it, I hope you enjoy. For those who've seen it before, I hope you like it as much this year as you have in years past.
With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore or Henry Livingston.
Saving St. Nick
My partner slept soundly behind the wheel of the bus
With drool on his collar and snoring a fuss
I sat in the other seat, my laptop aglow
Surfed About.com and watched falling snow
Just after midnight, interrupting the snore
"Santa down!" said the dispatcher; we left with a roar
Our red lights aflashing, to be seen through the flurries
In and out of the traffic, we moved in a hurry
The sleigh and its reindeer sat up on the roof
Smoke rose from the chimney, of a fire there's proof
St. Nick was overcome with carbon monoxide
He landed unconscious, lying still, on his side
The flames caught the red suit and started it burning
Santa stopped, and he dropped, but no rolling or turning
Little Suzie heard poor Santa, he fell like a ton
She knew just what to do and called 9-1-1
Lucky for Santa, though the ambulance was far
Little Suzie had already begun CPR
Santa was conscious by the time we got there
Suzie treated his burns, even put out his hair
Santa refused anymore of our medical treating
There were toys to drop off and cookies for eating
He thanked Suzie and asked how she learned all that care
She smiled and said, "About.com First Aid is where."
May you all have a safe and wonderful holiday. Special thoughts for those serving in the armed forces and their families, including a personal thank you to my own children serving in the Army and Navy this holiday season.
Merry Christmas everyone.