'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Bunker
Not a creature was stirring, except for the hunters;
The Winchesters were researching; something needed to be dead,
And they were too busy to even think about going to bed;
When out in the library there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from the map room to see what was the matter.
Away from the light board they broke into a run;
Before taking two steps they'd pulled out their guns
But, what to their wondering eyes should appear,
But a very familiar angel, who seemed relieved to be here
He was dressed in a trench coat, a suit and a tie
And in one of his hands he held a fresh pie
In the other he held a salad and fork
And he looked like a waiter just getting to work.
Perched on his head was a huge Santa hat
And they laughed when they saw him just because of that
His eyes - how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His message succinct - "The salad is Cobb, and of course the pie is cherry…"
He took a step closer and handed them their food,
Pulled napkins from his pocket and nodded it was good.
And then he exclaimed, as his work was all done,
"It's Christmastime you know – don't forget to have some fun!"
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