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(FOR FIRE FIGHTERS)
T'was the night before
Christmas
and all through the town,
the fire siren echoed
blaring it's sound.
The fire-fighters came
running
from far and near,
and raced to the trucks
quickly
donning their gear.
And I in my bunkers
my boots and my hat,
jumped to the engine
to see where the fire's at.
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Down at the
corner of |
Matthews Rd. and Roan Oak
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the
dispatcher informed us |
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of a
house filled
with smoke. |
Smoke poured from the sides,
from up and from down,
yet up on the roof there was
none to be found.
So up to the rooftop
we raised up a ladder,
and climbed to the top
to see what was the matter.
I came to the chimney
and what did I see,
but a fellow in red
stuck past his knees.
Well we tugged and we pulled
until he came out,
then he winked with his eye
and said with a shout.
"These darn newfangled
chimneys
they make them to small,
for a fellow as I,
not skinny at all".
With a twitch of his nose
he dashed to his sleigh,
and called to his reindeer,
"AWAY now, AWAY."
As we rolled up our hose
he flew out of sight,
saying "God bless our
fighters"
and to all
good night.
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