Disclaimer: I don't own CSI… If I did, Grissom would not ever leave, CSI would still be a number one show, and I wouldn't bring in a bunch of crappy writers that screw up all the painstaking work of the old TPTB.

A/N: Well, this isn't actually parodied off anything. I just wrote it. So I guess this isn't really a parody, just a very very strange poem. Although some people may find a tune that fits it… let me know.

Thank you to reviewers, leeta468, PisceanPal23, and Yellowied0. I send candy canes and brownies to you. I send evil scratchy cat demons to the 36 people who read it and didn't review.

CSI Christmas party commenced Christmas day

They broke out the eggnog and fake snow they sprayed.

PD was invited, the DAs came too

Carvallo did not come; laid out with the flu.

The lab techs were hyper and rocked out to the Who.

Greg wanted metal, but he's in the field too.

Ecklie was committed after yesterday's scare

So he didn't party-wreck and at everyone glare.

Greg had stuck mistletoe up at everyplace.

Which led to awkward encounters and utter disgrace.

For many were caught under branches unaware

And Sara ended up (childishly) pulling Greg's hair.

For she had to kiss him, by his specific design

Thought her heart was for Gil, for whom she continued to pine.

So she was most angry, though he was most pleased.

As Nick snapped photo blackmail from behind the tree.

Doc got rather drunk, and led karaoke with Brass.

And Nick, everyone else he far surpassed

With his heartfelt rendition of a song called Mandy

He then met under mistletoe, by chance, with Mandy.

Catherine sent smouldering glances at 'Rick,

Who promptly divorced his wife and was there in a tick.

So whilst they danced to drunk Doc's voice,

Sofia drank champagne with her drinking partner of choice.

No, not Bobby, not Hodges, nor Jim.

Super Dave was a connoisseur of fine wines and Pimms.

They drank champagne, and talked of stuff

Like DBs, cats, and up-the-nose-fluff.

And so they all danced, and got rather trashed

And Greg in his inebriated state fell down and crashed

Into the table, and onto him fell the punch.

Which ensured he'd be sleeping till at least lunch.

They would never forget the Christmas party that year

Of course, they couldn't remember it either!

All they knew is that they woke up on Boxing Day,

And to clean up the mess, they made Ecklie pay!

And so the moral, it seems to be…

Not to go near Greg at a Christmas party.

And so, don't drink, with Super Dave, ever.

Because he can drink and you have a helluva hangover!

So the team, and the morgue guys, the DAs and the PD

Wish you a Christmas free from criminal activity.

And so they beg you to find a hangover cure

And Greg continues to be immature.

So merry Christmas!!!

A/N: C'mon, I've worked extra hard to get this up on Christmas. So review!!!! Auto reviews at your disposal…

That sucked! Please don't inflict your horrible writing skills on us again.

Yay! You updated! Do it again.

Boring.

Woo! That rocked! I really liked it!

You're weird.