My Romantic Evening

T'was the night before Christmas

And all thru the house Something Was Stirring

But It wasn't a mouse...

Home from our visit, Now some time just for us

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, Now lets light a fire

And show not a care, Instead make a memory we both can share

Stoke up that fire throw more logs on top

Cozy and warm Is how It would start, A memory was made One that won't be forgot

So nice to relax was our thought for the night

Came here in 99 to make a decision

Will I stay in NJ or come here to IL and Jim

He was alone, I was alone

We had just came to his house after spending Christmas

Eve at my sisters and his friends, His friend had given

him a really neat watch One til this day I don't know what happened too

Just before we sat down to set that watch

Jim got a few logs and lit them in the fireplace

Chilled some wine, and then we were going

to talk about both our futures

As we sat there so intent on setting that watch something was happening

and we were so unaware

My eyes started tearing and I sure couldn't say why

I looked toward the kitchen and that was a clue

could no longer see it through what looked like thick fog

Oh Gee how could that be? Fog indoors?

Then looked toward the fire place and thats when we saw

Smoke entering the room heading upward and over in all of the rooms

Before we could get to our feet the smoke had traveled

throughout the house

Coughing and gaging we opened the doors all of the windows,

and ran out on the lawn,

Good thing no snow, and It wasn't that cold.

what we didn't know was that some squirrels had built their

home in that chimney and caused us that mess

My question to Jim was what happened to the smoke detectors

Why didn't they sound, to warn us?

Were the batteries dead?

Jim you do have smoke detectors Right?

Oh yes! was his answer, So I said lets check them out

They weren't all working this was a fact,

Why? Was my question, Why didn't they work?

When Handed those detectors

I knew why they failed,

Not sure what went wrong, Jim decides to put out those logs

A word of warning "NEVER" pour water on smoldering logs

It made even more smoke then we already had.

We cleared out the smoke, And again tried to sit but the smell of those logs

We just couldn't bare

So off to my sisters, there was no smoke there

I could breath a bit better and reflect on that Eve

So up in smoke did our evening end

I'll go back to Jersey and forget about moving

Well that was late Dec. back in "99" and here I sit married in 2003

Moral of this story If you want to stay safe in case of a fire

Get them up and working! Not stored in a place

That way your romantic evening will be better remembered.