And before we close, we have one more shout-out: the officer in charge of the Eastern Division Patrol Branch Edward Broaster stopped by our studious today in full tactical gear, to share a Christmas poem for the residents of the city he serves. How do you recite a poem strapped with a nine and 45 live rounds? Well here's how.
Christmas is the day celebrated when Mary gave birth
To a baby called Jesus at Bethlehem in a manger on the outskirts
Traveling day and night following a star
Three wise men came from very far.
Bringing frankincense, myrrh and other precious gifts
Little was known the baby boy to a king he would be lift
As he lay his head down in a bed
He knew his blood would have to be shed.
The Christmas spirit seems to be losing its true sense
When merchants' sales keeps them in suspense
Bottles on table men drawing the corks
Making music from grater with the rubbing of forks.
A celebration that has gone astray
Whose house can be put in the best array?
Spending frenzy without its original aim
Then comes January, broke is our claim.
This Christmas remember to take a pause
Bear in mind your neighbors & share with them the cause
First we need to show them that Jesus is the light
By all means you can then be merry and bright.
