AN: Well hello there! Happy Holidays to ya! I hope you're having a wondeful time this season, and if not, I hope this cheers you up, at least a little. I wrote this almost a year and a half ago, so some of this isn't up to speed with season 3. However, I hope you enjoy. Ready?! Leggo!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Grimm, nor the original poem.

T'was the night before Grimmas, when all through the house

Not a wesen was stirring, not even a Mauzhertz.

The coins were hidden in the chimney with care,

In hopes that St. Nick Burkhardt would soon be there.

The reapers were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of dead grimms danced in their heads.

And Renard with his lies, and me and my with my cat

Had just settled our grimm-hatred for a long winter's nap

When out on the lawn there arose such an annoyance,

I hopped from the bed with less than flamboyance.

Away to the window I flew like Genio innocuo,

Wondering if someone was stealing the Coins of Zakynthos

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow

Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.

When, what to my wondering eyes shouldn't lessen,

But a miniature trailer, and eight tiny wesen.

With a TINY young driver, so short and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick

More rapid than Nuckelavees his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Damonfeur! now, Dickfellig! now, Geier and Eisbiber!

On Fuchsbau! On Blutbad! On, on Lowen and Hundjager!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!

And then in a crash, I heard on the roof,

The stomping and tapping of each Wesens' foot.

As I drew in a sigh, and unhappily turned around,

Through the roof came St. Nick Burkhardt in a bound!

He was angsty and mad, like his usual self,

And I groaned when I saw him in spite of myself.

He tried to punch my eye, and tried to twist my head,

But his slowness and stupidity meant I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

He killed all the reapers, then turned with a jerk.

He fired his crossbow, barely missing my nose,

And giving a nod, through the hole in the ceiling he rose!

He sprang to his trailer, to his Wesen gave a whistle,

And they all flew away like the down of a thistle.

But I heard his voice, when he was out of sight,

"Merry Grimmas to all, and to all a good night!

AN: I don't even know, okay? I wrote this a long time ago. Well, oh well. Please review and favorite. It makes my Holiday season! The poem is from Adalind's POV, if you couldn't already tell. And if you happen to like the anime Black Butler, please read my other story The Light of the Spider. Happy Holidays all! Now I'm going to chug some eggnog. Peace!

-xXTheFlyingPie