Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the motel room

Not a demon was stirring, not even Crowley.

The stockings were hung by the chimney carelessly,

Because Dean had hung them and he was in a hurry.

The hunters were not nestled all snug in their beds,

Because Dean had always said, "You can sleep when you're dead."

So Dean in his leather jacket, and Sam with his laptop,

Had just settled down to watch an episode of "Ghostfacers".

When outside the motel there arose such a clatter,

Dean sprang from the couch to see what was the matter.

Away to the window Sam flew like a flash,

Cocking his gun as Dean checked their ammunition sash.

The moon gave an eerie look to the freshly fallen snow

As both Winchester brothers peeked out the window to check for monsters way down below.

When, what to their wondering eyes should appear,

But a familiar angel with a trenchcoat that the boys held so dear.

With a little wave, his face looked oddly somewhat grim,

They hoped in a moment Cas would be with them.

And arrive he did, with a couple of "friends" they came,

And Cas said, "They made me bring them.", then introduced them by name!

"Now Gabriel! now, Raphael! now, Balthazar and Lucifer!

On, Bobby! On, Garth! on, on Jo and Ellen!"

Hugs and kisses were exchanged around

And the Winchesters realised their family had been found

They drank hot chocolate and watched movies too,

Crowded in a small motel room, all feelings old and all feelings new..

So loud conversation and laughter, jokes and from Gabe a bad pun,

Made the night so awkward and fun.

And then, for some reason they all looked up at the ceiling

Gabriel announced, "Are those hooves on the roof or is my head reeling?"
So everyone shut up and listened hard,

Down the chimney St Nicholas squeezed, fatter than a tub of lard.

Dean made his pouty face and cocked his gun,

While Garth suggested, "Dear god, should we run?"
The old man looked like a typical Salvation Army Santa

A white beard, a cherry-red nose as well as a tote that read, "Help the homeless in downtown Atlanta!"

Dean used his big-boy voice and said, "Don't move, old man!"

But Santa just chuckled then said, "My, my!" and held up his hand.

"I know you all by name! And what good boys and girls you've been this year,
Especially the Winchesters, who've protected many people from harm and fear."

Jo crossed her arms and Ellen appeared suspicious

Lucifer, in fact, was looking particularly vicious.

"But how do we know you're the real Santa?" Sam asked, giving a bitchface.
"I don't know," Santa replied, "But you could challenge me in a sack race!"

So they all went outside and lined up straight

As Lucifer counted down, then they all began to race.

Santa was in the lead and Raphael was far behind

Until Castiel hastily crossed the finish line!

Everyone cheered, especially Dean,

And a sneaky Santa tried to exit the scene.

"Hey, yo' fat man!" Balthazar yelled, "You ain't the real Santa!" as the man nervously stroked his beard,

And then that creepy old imposter, he flat out disappeared!

Garth sprang to out of his bed, sweating and screaming, quite frankly tired of dreaming,

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

But I heard him exclaim, "I solemnly swear, to this day on,

"I will never touch another alcoholic drink I come upon!"

AN - Because Garth can't hold his liquor... haha! Hope you guys liked! Sorry for the late post, my orchestra dress rehearsal ended late! ^_^ Of course... anyways, enjoy and thanks for reading!