FIRE, FIRE
The flames licked around curtains
In the dead of night, no one stirred.
The party had been wonderful.
Now, a loud siren could be heard.

One by one they were rescued
From that flaming hell so hot,
Wrapped in warm blankets,
Bare footed in the snow.
Watching home go to ashes,
Folks there they did not know
Offering hearth and home.

Could this be Christmas eve?
The night to know true joy?
The night to thank a God
Born as a new baby boy?

Bitter thoughts filled them,
Why should this happen to us?
We wanted to make things special,
We bought gifts with a lot of fuss.
Made the place look real pretty
With tree and garlands bright.

Someone took them home
Put them in their own bed.
Next morning the sun shone,
The guests washed and fed.
Extra gifts had a appeared
Beneath their simple tree.

Kind notes from the neighbours,
Help offered on every side.
Tears of love filled their eyes
And their hearts filled with pride
For kind and loving friends,
Full of love and compassion.

Although they lost all they had
Of earthly material things,
Their hearts soared heavenward
For in the destruction fire brings
They had found a gift so rare,
Thoughtful friends and neighbours,
Their hearts filled with love.
They enjoyed a special Christmas
As if sent from heaven above.

M Ann Margetson