12/25/2025
đźš’ The Watchful Night
The stars were like embers against the deep blue, As the village turned in, with the holiday due. The wreaths on the grilles of the engines were tied, With the spirit of Christmas kept warmly inside.
While families gathered for cookies and cocoa, The pagers sat silent—the crew staying local. No matter the dinner, no matter the toast, They’re ready to leave what they value the most.
For a volunteer’s gift isn’t wrapped in a bow, It’s the "Ready!" they shout when the whistle starts to blow. It’s the neighborly hand and the courage they share, Answering the call when there’s smoke in the air.
The station is quiet, the red trucks are gleaming, While children nearby are all peacefully dreaming. But should a light flicker or a heater go wrong, The bells of the station will ring loud and strong.
So tonight as you’re hanging your stockings with care, Know your local department is already there. Not under the tree, but awake at the hall, Standing by, standing ready, for any and all.
May your hearth stay secure and your candles burn bright, We’re watching the town on this cold, holy night.