Disclaimer: I don't own Gundam Wing or The Night Before Christmas. Please enjoy and Merry Christmas to all.

Twas the night the night before Christmas

And all through the house

Everything stirred,

Including the mouse

The stockings were not hung

By the chimney with care

But stuffed in a box

That no one knew where

Wufei grumbled at lights that did blink

As he helped himself

To another

Alcoholic drink

Heero in his sneakers

And Trowa in his mask

Came through the door

With a wintry blast

When out in the kitchen

There came such a clatter

Then Heero rushed in

To see what's the matter

Trowa followed

Still covered in snow

Wufei stumbled after

As they all yelled "DUO!"

Quatre looked up

With a spark in his eye

His nose and T-shirt

All covered in pie!

"What?" yelled Duo

From under the table

"Its not my fault.

He didn't read the label."

Sprayed on the walls

And up on the ceiling.

Clung frosting and pudding

And other pie filling

Quatre grabbed a towel

And Duo a mop

As Trowa cringed at an

Evil sounding plop

Wufei winced

At the sight to behold

Because Heero was covered

In contents untold

There was such a glare that promised

Death to them all

As Duo and Quatre

Backed into the wall

Heero pointed at Duo

"Better clean up this mess.

Before I cut off your hair.

And make it a vest."

"You wouldn't?" cried Duo

"Just try it" Heero said

As he left for a shower

And up to his bed

There in the kitchen

There should have been cleaning

But Trowa remembered

His lions need feeding

Wufei was determined

To just sneak away

For unbeknownst to all

It been a hard day

This left Quatre and Duo

To do all the work

As Duo looked at Quatre

He gave such a smirk

He fell to the floor

With a moan and a howl

Grabbing his stomach

And mooed like a cow

Quatre looked down

At Duo with a start

His moans of pain

Nagged at his heart

"Go up to your room

And into your bed

Don't worry about the mess.

It's fine go ahead."

By the next morning

The kitchen was clean

And the sun arose

With a cheery beam

Four pilots came down

From rooms above

To find Quatre asleep –

Trowa was in love

They got to work

Letting Quatre sleep

He didn't move

Or make a peep

With their home ready

For holiday guests

They each wrapped their presents

Thinking "Mine is the best"

After everything decorated

The boxes put away

The pilots drank some eggnog

That Christmas Eve day.