Twas the night before Christmas
And all through Bobby's house
Not a hunter nor monster was stirring
Not even a squirrel...er mouse
Stockings were hung by the chimney
Boots too
Well except for one hunter's
Sam had once again lost his shoe
Charlie and Garth were wrapped up
Snug in their beds
While images of fandoms and sock puppets
Danced in their heads
And Dean in a plaid shirt
Cas in his trench coat and a cap
Just settled down
For a post hunting nap
When out in the Junkyard
There arose such a clatter
Dean nearly slammed his face into the ground
To see what was the matter
The elder Winchester flew to the windowblind
Pulled them right open
To see what he would find
The moon and stars shine
On the newly fallen snow
Gave the brightness of day
To the junk yard below
When what to his exhausted eyes
Did then appear
But what looked to be a sleigh
Pulled by eight tiny reindeer
He couldn't quite see the driver
But he had a dreadful feeling
From the amused laughing voice
That he definitely knew that being
"Now Snickers, Now Apple Pie
Now M&Ms and Milky Way
Now Gingerbread, Now Chocolate Cake
Now Lollipop and Payday
To the top of Sammy's house
Right over that car wall
Now dash away, dash away
Dash away all!"
Like the madman he was
Causing trouble everywhere he goes
That weirdo of a Trickster
Came barreling through the gently falling snow
Dean grumbled and frowned
And nearly jumped as he heard
The thud and thump of something hitting
Their roof completely undeterred
As he ran to the chimney
An archangel blade in hand
Dean watched as that Trickster
Fell down the chute to where he stands
The angel was dressed all in faux fur
From his head to his foot
And his clothes were covered in glitter, sugar and Bobby's chimney soot
A big old bag he carried
Dean wasn't sure what it held
But surely wasn't normal toys
More like gunpowder, beer and pie it smelled
His eyes how mischeviously they twinkled
His tricky smirk was so merry
His face was red from laughing
And the sucker in his mouth was cherry
Dean narrowed his eyes at him
Without an ounce of trust
He would never put up with being so close to Gabriel
Unless he absolutely must
But the archangel who saw it
Just grinned and laughed hearty
Then he dropped down his bag
And exclaimed, "Lets start this party!"
Dean wanted to reprimand
Tell him off for yelling
That troublesome Trickster archangel
Was who he'd be expelling
But Sammy came in sleepy
Rubbing his eyes
Joined soon by Charlie, Bobby, Garth, and Cas whose gaze does chastise
"What are you doing here brother?"
Asked the dark haired seraphim
He too was suspicious
Of his big brother's scheme
"Idjits here for trouble,"
Bobby said shaking his head
Charlie smiled and stretched,
"Well gotta be better than laying in bed."
"Oh much better," the archangel promised with a grin like no other
And he snapped his two fingers and poured glitter onto his brother
A tidal wave of bright colors, presents, ribbons and fresh pies
If Dean said he wasn't happy to see them well those would be lies
Bobby got a new shotgun
Charlie got some new D&D dice
Sam got a new laptop
Dean got a pie slice
Garth got a new hat for Mr Fizzles
And Cas got stupid little hat
"Don't pout little brother
It suits you quite well that."
The group was confused
And Gabby took his chance
To teleport back out of the room
Leave them in a trance
Getting back in his sleigh
The archangel called out as he rode away
"Merry Christmas to all
And a grand Trickster day!"