Corpses roasting on an open fire,

Jack Hodgins with a frozen nose,

Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,

And squints dressed up like Eskimos.

Everybody knows it's murder mixed with mistletoe,

That help to make the series bright.

Interns with their eyes all aglow,

Will find it hard to sleep tonight.

They know that Booth is on his way;

He's found criminals and suspects he'd like to slay.

And every scientist is going to spy,

In a race to figure out the lie.

And so I'm offering this simple phrase,

To viewers from one to ninety-two,

Although its been said many times, many ways,

A very Merry Christmas to you!