The Fire Man

On one Christmas eve

A little flame grew,

It grew larger and larger ,

and there in the home, stood a fire man.

He hopped out the house,

On to the street.

Where he danced and danced

Till his feet grew weak.

He sat for a while,

On the cold hard floor.

Where he grew weak and tired

And knew he could live no more.

So, with one last effort

He jumped on a roof.

A frozen like he saw

And jumped on that too.

He watched the ice melt,

And gave one last bow.

Before turning to smoke

In the cold Christmas chill.

The town lay quiet,

With all fires lit.

As they mourned the loss

Of their brother who grew.