'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the streets, not a person was stirring, 'cept a cop on his beat. As he quietly patrolled the town with great care, children and parents slept peacefully there. The officer was clad in his blues and his vest, gun on his hip, always looking his best. He'd just pulled aside for a quick bite to eat, When all of a sudden, out on the street, A bright light appeared from out of nowhere, He shielded his eyes from the brilliant glare. 'Twas an angel of the