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Twas the Night before Christmas


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'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through station

All was quiet except for our snoring dalmation.

Our boots had been placed by the bunksides with care

In hopes that the shift change would finally be here.

The lights were turned down and the TV was off

The rigs had been washed and the floors had been mopped.

Firemen and Medics lie nestled in bed

While visions of homelife danced through their heads.

When out of the darkness, arose ringing and light

The Plectron brought tidings of something not right.

 

The Firemen and Medics were dressed in an instant

Aboard their trucks and racing into the distance.

The moon on the breast of the newfallen snow

Reflected the lights in a hellish, red glow.

The sirens, they wailed while the federal screamed

Moving too slowly, as if in a dream.

 

The wreckage was there and came slowly in sight

Lending fear, pain, and loss to our silent night.

Each of us thought of our own Wife, Daughter or Son

Each prayed in silence, "Let me save at least one."

 

We leaped to the task without further a thought

And for more than two hours we worked and we fought...

To free the two drivers who hadn't been thinking

their driving would suffer after a full night of drinking.

 

The smoke of the flares, and the stench of the blood

The screaming of metal as we rolled back the hood.

The cry of one driver, the whine of the Jaws

Putting fear aside, we never gave pause.

 

With one driver out, and the other prounounced dead

We focused our efforts on keeping our heads.

C-spine and backboard and IV in place

We loaded him up and we started the race.

 

The monitor showed a heart rate to slow

BP revealed a systolic too low.

Level of consciousness rapidly dying

Despite all of this...the Medics kept trying.

 

Atropine, Dopamine, Epi and more...

to keep our reason for being from opening death's door.

We fought and we prayed and tried all that was known

While trying to believe fault wasn't our own.

 

The sun, she was rising as we reached the ER

We'd given all that we know, and all that we are.

The Doctors pronounced with barely more than a glance.

And gone in a blink, was the patient's last chance.

 

The ride back to the station was quiet, and then....

Despite what we'd been through, the singing began.

At first it was one and then all followed suit

This effort together was merely the fruit...

Of a labor that however needlessly beared

Was one of a million we knew we had shared.

 

As we sang out the words of the song, "Silent Night"

We acknowledged to ourselves that we put up a good fight.

The punch of the clock, the start of a car

we all realized and loved who we are.

 

And on Christmas morning, as we all drive away...

We know we'll all try in a couple of days...

To give someone back their one chance to live

No matter how hard or how much we must give.

 

So please, when you pray on this new Christmas morn

Add something for us, for all that we have done.

 

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that was definitely thought provoking. thank you firemen, medics, police officers for all that you do on Christmas and everyother day of the year. God bless you and your families.

I totally agree, the police, medics, and firemen we sometimes forget until we need them. May they all stay safe and have a very MERRY CHRISTMAS, and hopefully, aren't too busy during this holiday time.

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