Twas the night before Christmas and all through the town,

the fire siren echoed blaring its sound.

The firefighters came running from far and from 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.

Down at the corner of Fifth and of Oak,

the dispatcher informed us of a house filled with smoke.



Smoke poured from the sides, from up and from down,

yet…