A Christmas Poem: Christmas at Fire Station 2
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By Leonard Koehnen

It was the night before Christmas
past midnight in Two’s station
It’s as quiet as a church
after a night of celebration.

The turkey fryer outside cooling with care
Christmas tree’s base now lay bare.
Happy children left arms full of toys
The dishwasher hums its song of noise.

In the dorm, the sawing of wood
A full night's sleep sure would be good.
Suddenly, a thump on hose tower roof
The station’s dog growls a quiet woof.

To the noise the captain awoke.
He listened deeply but no one spoke.
Maybe an officer by for some coffee
Did someone ever unplug the tree?

He donned his jeans and in feet bare
Quietly, he tiptoed down each stair.
Doors locked, the galley was dark
But in his eye's corner there a spark.

Another flash by the brush rig
Then, a snap like a broken twig.
Toward the noises he silently crept
Silently, ever silently made each step.

His heart raced, excitement ran wild
Witnessing only the dreams of a child.
Elves quietly carried packages with glee
A man in red placed them under the tree.

He quietly grabbed the camera from a truck
No one would believe his wonderful luck.
Make sure the flash is turned off, now click!
Centered, click-click, on old Saint Nick.

He watched as they gently placed the loot
Directed by man in a red and white suit.
Click-click-click elves all dressed in green
As quick as they started the big sack was clean.

Then with a signal they rushed to the chimney
then a pooof and he could no longer see.
From the dorm window he watched the sky
A child's vision over the moon they did fly.

With such excitement he could barely doze
Absolute proof that only he knows.
The camera clutched tight to his chest
Finally waking to the AM radio test.

To the tree he rushed to men dismayed
Wondering from whom the presents came.
They all felt back their families snuck
But in his hand he had the digital luck.

He said “it was Santa Claus and Elves.”
They, of course, laughed to themselves.
The camera powered to replay the shots
Screen shows only the tree, all was for naught.

He couldn't believe the tree on the screen
He studied it as the men laughs turned mean.
Suddenly, the radio received voice not right
"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night"

Have a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Blessed 2014

© 2013. Leonard J. Koehnen, PE Consulting Engineer

Saint Paul, Minnesota 55125 651-739-1614. All rights reserved.

Editor’s Note: This is the sixth holiday story Koehnen has supplied to MissionCritical Communications with two-way radio and 9-1-1 angles. You can read his 2012 story here.


Leonard Koehnen is a St. Paul, Minn.-based consulting engineer in the field of wireless communications systems and facilities with more than 45 years of experience. He is also on the editorial advisory board of MissionCritical Communications. This poem is the tenth in the “Santa Claus to the Rescue” series of Christmas short stories and poems. Email comments to editor@RRMediaGroup.com.

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