The crash before Christmas...

'Twas the week before Christmas

And at the top of the street

Red and blue lights were flashing

From firemen and police.

As Dana pulled in from her

Normal drive home,

She wondered and worried

At why they had come.

There were cops with their flashlights

And EMTs with coats on

And a mysterious white minivan

Parked strangely high on the lawn.

The neighbors had gathered

To wonder and stare

And to see if the Conservatory

Sign was still there.

Then what to our wondering

Eyes should appear

But a woman who said she

Could explain all the stir.

A blackout, she said,

Was to blame for the scene.

Her young brother passed out

And his car had careened.

We all were concerned,

But she said he was fine

No harm to the car,

And no harm to our sign.

Off to the hospital

The ambulance flew

No real damage done

But some med tests to do.

On coppers, on firemen,

On ambulance driver!

On paramedics and

Weird crash survivor!

Then someone proclaimed

As they drove out of sight:

"Merry Christmas. It's cold.

I'm going in. Good night."