By Sgt.Mike Griffin
*Twas the night before Christmas as I snuck in the house;
not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
As I looked all around, strange things I did see;
no stockings, no presents, not even a tree.
There were drawings by children and a photo or two;
one of some Pirates, quite a rough looking crew.
In the dark of the room I saw boots spit shined bright;
Then something else gleamed in the moonís partial light.
Upon a tan shirt, hung neatly and pressed;
was a six-pointed star, pinned to the left breast.
I saw things that were different, in this house where I stopped;
it was the home of a Deputy, the home of a Cop.
Iíd heard stories about them, and I wished to see more;
so I sat down my bag and pushed open a door.
In a small room, there were two empty beds;
where some children must sleep, where they laid their small heads.
I looked a bit closer as I walked down the hall;
there were pictures and papers that covered the walls.
I thought no one was home on this cold winterís night;
then I felt a cold shiver and was filled with pure fright.
A hand held my arm; its grip was quite strong;
then a voice said, "Relax Santa, youíve done nothing wrong."
My kids are not here, I just finished a double;
you have nothing to fear, and youíre not in trouble.
His face was not angry, just weathered and tan;
I then understood, this was a kind, gentle man.
Get us a beer while I give them a call;
they wait up late each night, even though theyíre quite small.
My eyes filled with tears and my throat got so tight;
as he told them he loved them, Merry Christmas, good night.
We spoke for a while, then he fell fast sleep;
so I sat there just watching, not making a peep.
I watched him for hours, so silent and still;
and noticed he shivered from the cold Winterís chill.
So I went for a blanket in a room down the hall;
where I stopped and looked closely at the things on the wall.
Citations and letters and awards made of gold;
stories of bravery and courage and honor they told.
As I covered him up, as I watched his deep sleep;
I felt so much sadness I started to weep.
All the families I saw on this long Winterís night;
owe their lives to these men who protect and who fight.
They all enjoy safety, each day of the year;
because of the men, like the one sleeping here.
As I looked for a gift, as I dug through my sack;
I heard, "Donít bother Santa, thereís nothing I lack."
"This is the life I have chosen to lead;
I have all that I want, there is nothing I need."
"Watch your ass as you fly, tonight in your sleigh;
dressed as you are, some might think that youíre gay".
"And when you enter a house, donít act like a thief;
you never know when, someone might give you grief".
"If those reindeer have shit on my roof, sweep it clean;
or Iíll have them for dinner, and you know what I mean".
Then he went back to sleep, and I left him alone;
Even Santa donít f**k with a Deputy from the Stone!
Firestone 13 is TEN-15 with 4, Code 6 Station, BookingÖAgainÖ. Merry Christmas!
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