Story time with uncle Spencer
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds or The Christmas story.
It was a cold winter day and I was stuck at home . The team was out on a case but is stuck cause of a bad snow storm that is coming this way. They will not be back till it clears and that can be days. So here I am with a good book and a tall cup of coffee. As I was sitting there the phone rings. It was jack's school asking if I can pick him up cause he was being let out early and his aunt could not be reached. As I was getting ready to leave, my cell phone rang . It was Henry's school calling. They were calling to remind him that they were being let out early for the holidays. "yes thank you I will be there to get him in hour . I need to pick someone up first." Reid said.
I got the boys and headed back to my place. When we got there it was starting to snow heavily . I tried to get Jessica on the phone to let her know that I had Jack. So I got the boys inside and up to my apartment.
As we got into the door my phone rang, it was Jessica. " I am snowed in at work and not able to get jack form you." Jessica said over the phone. " That's fine. Hocth gave me a go bag for him just in case he needed to stay over here. I can watch him till the roads are clear and the storm has passes." I told her. After I got off the phone with her I got the boys something to eat as a snack and help them with their homework . After that I set them in fount of the TV, with a kid friendly channel, so I can fix dinner for us. I got dinner out , after that I got the boys bath and ready for bed. As I get them into bed , my phone rings . It's Hotch
and JJ calling to say goodnight. I ask if they wish to listen with the boys while I read t'was the night be for Christmas. They agree .
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
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 should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
I finish the story and the boys were out cold for the night . I said good night to Hotch and JJ . With the boys down I got ready for bed myself and turned on the new to see when the storm will past. Looks like the storm will be done sometime tomorrow night. After that I lock up ,make shore everything is off and went to bed myself.
THE END.
N/A: I know Christmas has come and gone but I needed to get this out. It was rolling around in my head.