’Twas the night before Christmas, When all through the house

Not a surgeon was stirring, Quiet as a mouse

The surgical drapes were hung, In the ORs with care

In the event that a Trauma Surgeon, Soon would be there

The nurses were nestled, All snug in their beds

While visions of trauma alerts, Danced in their heads

The Anesthetists in their scrubs, And I in my blues

Had just settled our brains, For a long winter’s snooze

When out on the Heliport, There arose such a clatter

I sprang from the bed, To see what was the matter

Away to the OR, I flew like a flash

The surgeon was shouting, “This patient’s gonna crash!”

The lights in the ORs, Were now all aglow

Gave the luster of midday, To instruments below

When what to my wondering, Eyes should appear

Another surgeon and Resident, Now ever so near

Now into the OR, So lively and quick

The nurses were working, On instruments to pick

More rapid than eagles, The surgeons they came

The first case now started, A surgeon proclaimed:

“Call in the second team, the third team, Along with the first!

I’ve got this leaking aneurysm, That’s surely gonna burst!”

No sooner we finished, The first case was done

There’s word of a transplant, To be started by one

Right after the transplant, We just got to start

Came word from the unit, They had a bleeding heart

A call from the Blood Bank, Gave words I dread now to state:

“We’re well short of plasma, And red cells and plates!”

The ENT surgeon, Had a case now to take:

“We’re coming right down now, We’ve got a bleeding trach!”

No night is complete, Without an Ortho trauma

That gave us one more case, To add to the drama

We all kept on working, Till the last case was done

And through the east window, There came up the sun

The last surgeon exclaimed, As he trudged out of sight:

“Merry Christmas to all, We worked the whole night!”

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