T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
When down through the chimney all covered with soot,
Came the “Spirit of Fire”—an ugly galoot.
His eyes glowed like embers, his features were stern,
As he looked all around for something to burn.
What he saw made him grumble, his anger grew higher,
For there wasn’t a thing that would start a good fire.
No door had been blocked by the big Christmas tree;
It stood in the corner leaving passageways free.
The lights that glowed brightly for Betty and Tim
Had been hung with precaution so none touched a limb.
All wiring was new, not a break could be seen,
And water at its base kept the tree nice and green.
The tree had been trimmed by a Mother insistent
That the ornaments used be fire resistant.
And Mother had known the things to avoid,
Like cotton and paper and plan celluloid.
Rock wool, metal icicles, and trinkets of glass
Give life to the tree; it really had class.
And would you believe it, right next to the tree
Was a suitable container for holding debris!
A place to throw wrappers of paper and string
From all of the gifts Santa might bring.
The ugly galoot was so mad he could bust,
As he climbed up the chimney in utter disgust.
For the folks in this home paid close attention
To all the rules of good “FIRE PREVENTION.”
Be Fire Safe To Have A Fun, Enjoyable, Joyous, And
Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays!
(The usual disclaimers: I am not a journalist; This is a blog that expresses an outlook and is not conclusive in any shape or manner.)
