‘Twas the night before Christmas and up in the air, . The police chopper was flying with hardly a care. . All of the crooks were locked up in their cells, . While the good people hoped to hear Christmas bells. . When all of a sudden, a bright flash of light. . Nope, Air495 crew weren’t done for the night. . From Frankston to Toorak, from here and to there, . The strange glowing light, it zipped through the air. . The chopper gave chase, it’s engines were heaving, . But the strange glowing light kept dodging and weaving. . The crew they were led on a swift merry dance. . Could it be Old Saint Nick? No way! Not a chance. . When all of a sudden the lights stopped and did stutter. . And on the roof of HQ a sleigh it did clutter. . And a large jolly old man waved to the crew, . Gave a thumbs up and had one last delivery to do. . It was words that he spoke, a gift from the heart, . Thanking us for all staying safe by keeping apart. . Small battles we’d won and with the holidays here, . Spend...