‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

Merry Christmas to all from us at Briden Solutions

We wish you the best and most lovely holiday season, and hope for a wonderful year to come! Enjoy this fun version of Twas the Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before a crisis, and all through the abode,
Not a sound could be heard, on the perilous road.
The emergency bags were prepped, aligned with precision,
In the hopes that calm would guide the impending mission.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of happy trails danced in their heads.
Mom in her helmet, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a short little nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

What Happened?

The moon shone down on the new-fallen snow,
The magic of the season shadowed below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a furry response team, full of great cheer.

With a leader so lively, organized, and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles, the volunteers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

Now, First Aid! On, Shelter! Now, Food and Supplies!
On, Communications! Now, Search and Rescue! On, Survival Guide!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!

Who’s There?

So up to the rooftop, the rescuers they flew,
With a sleigh full of supplies, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed in protective gear, from his head to his toe,
And his outfit was marked with a reflective glow.
A bundle of tools he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a scout, just opening his pack.

Ooo Presents!

Santa left in his wake, a bag full of gear,
Emergency supplies, making everything clear.
A flashlight to pierce through the blackest of nights,
And a radio, crackling with vital insights.

A first aid kit stocked with bandages and wraps,
To tend to each injury, big or perhaps
water bottles filled, with a purifying touch,
Ensuring the family’s hydration in a clutch.

Non-perishable food, neatly arranged,
To sustain them through challenges, unchanged.
A map of the region, with routes to evade,
And a compass to guide when the GPS might fade.

A multi-tool for tasks, versatile and grand,
In Santa’s preparedness, they’d understand.

He was focused and firm, a committed old elf,
And I sighed with relief, in spite of myself.
A nod of his head, a salute with his hand,
Soon gave me to know we were safe in the land.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,
He gestured to chimney, away he then rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a sign,
And away they all went, in a purposeful line.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
“Be prepared for all things, and to all a safe night!”