Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the hood
The streets were too quiet, which oft’ isn’t good.
The POD cams were aimed at known hot spots with care,
Looking for crimes that would soon happen there.
The bosses were slumped at the wheels of their cars,
From too many drinks at some local bars.
My partner in Kevlar and me in my blues,
Fired up the squad for our grim nightly cruise.
When over the radio our dispatcher said,
Suspicious man on a roof, all dressed up in red.
We went to the scene to look for this dude
He better not ruin my good Christmas mood.
The house it was dark, the roof sure looked bare,
No guy dressed in red was moving up there.
When what in the beam of my spotlight did show,
The dude’s in the house, broke in like a pro.