Twas the night before Christmas and all down the strip,
Jim Brass was driving in pursuit of a tip,
He took his time and drove slowly with care,
With hopes that the CSI's would already be there,
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He parked by a Santa Claus holding a bag,
But this old this old Saint Nick was screaming out "Hags!"
So D.B with his gloves and Sara her glasses,
Comb through the scene to cover their asses,
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When out on the street there arose such a clatter,
Jim jumped from his car to see what was the matter,
Away from the scene he flew like a flash,
In time to see a three pile-up crash,
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"Dear God in heaven," Jim Brass said with a shout,
"This isn't what Christmas is supposed to be about."
And what to his shocking eyes should appear,
But the vagrant Santa pulling eight stuffed reindeer,
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"We need back up," D.B yelled over to Jim,
"No kidding," Brass replied with a grin,
More rapid then eagles security came,
As they tackled the Santa away from the flames,
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"Now Dasher! Now Dancer! Now, Prancer and Vixen!
On Comet! On Cupid! On Donner and Blitzen!
They're out of their cars now here is our chance,
To find Rudolph a new pair of pants!"
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The passengers sat on the sidewalk and stared
At the Santa wearing naught but a shirt and underwear,
"Son of a bitch," Sara Sidle said wearing a frown,
"I just hope to God I can keep my food down."
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Jim and D.B turned away from the sight,
As patrolmen were reading Santa his rights,
"Something's not right here," D.B said with a nod,
"They came racing down the strip with their pimped out hot rods?"
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"I'm tired of this," Jim said with a wave.
"Come on guys it's been a long really day."
Patrol cars were loaded and evidence bagged,
"Let's get all this stuff back to the lab."
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But Sara's mind was on Grissom and his deep eyes of blue,
D.B said, with a nudge, "We've got work to do."
So she gave her head a shake and went back to work,
"It's not the first time I've thought of that unemotional jerk."
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Back at the lab they logged every in,
Just in time to see Greg do a Michael Jackson spin,
"I was listening to 'Thriller'," Greg pleaded his case,
"That's fine," D.B nodded approvingly as Greg moon-walked away,
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Nick was nearby, a right jolly soul
Measuring the diameter between two bullet holes,
With wink of his eye and a tilt of his head,
"Is this day over yet," he asked. "I'm ready for bed?"
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"Not just yet," D.B said with a shake.
"I got two more scenes that no one will take?
It's been a long shift and I hate to say
That one of us is going to stay."
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"Not it," everyone shouted, their hands raised up high.
Everyone, except Finn, who sat seated nearby.
Her head was hanging and they heard a snore,
"Give it to her," Nick said. "I'm sure she'll work more."
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They all turned on their heels and ran out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night."