Editor's Note: This delightful original poem by Karen is one of my favorite Supernatural Christmas reflections. The brothers' lives have changed quite a bit since this was originally posted on Christmas Eve 2013 but the sentiments in it are timeless, so I substituted the names of a few of the boys' visitors to give them their 2017 Christmas Day gathering. If you allow a few minor adjustments in timing of plots, this easily could be their actual 2017 Christmas! When you're done, go back to enjoy the original 2013 version is you wish to reminisce.  Enjoy and Merry Christmas!  - Nightsky

Twas late morning of Christmas, when all through the bunker
Not a creature was stirring, not even the hunters.
No stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
As there was no chimney to place them there.

The guys were still nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of hunting invaded their heads.
Dean on his memory foam, Jack in pjs and cap
Sam on his bed so hard with dreams of Mary in an AU trap.

Then a bang on the door a rose such a clatter,
They sprang from the beds to see what was the matter?
Away to the door they flew like a flash,
All colliding together in one big crash.

Upon opening the door they were met with a glow
From the luster of mid-day shinning off the snow
When what to their blinded eyes should appear
But a mini-van labeled ‘Hals Liquor and Beer.’

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
It turned out to be Cas instead of St Nick.
With opening the van’s back, the guys all came
Cas started unloading, calling out the brand names

Here’s Coors, Budweiser, Old Milwaukee brew
Jimmy, Johnny and Jose Cuervo too.
Stacking the cases inside the Bunker hall
Announcing ‘Let’s drink away, drink it away all!’

Dean quickly drove the van to hide from view
As Sam helped Cas inside along with his brew.
With his eyes twinkling, from the many proof
He was dancing and singing, raising the roof.

Then another bang came with a sudden pound.
Dean went to the door to see who was making that sound,
T’was Garth dressed as St Nick from his head to his foot,
Luckily untarnished from ashes and soot.

Carrying a bag he had flung on his back,
He put the bag down and opened the pack.
While giving out the gifts in sizes that vary
Garth also gave hugs to add to the merry.

While opening the gifts all tied with a bow,
A sudden bang to the door took another blow
It was Jody who had followed Sam’s instructions
Who found the Bunker without obstructions.

She wanted to be with friends than alone by the telly,
And brought fixings for a meal,  including cranberry jelly!
So they all headed for the kitchen so they could prepare,
A Christmas meal that will forever be beyond compare!

Then Donna arrived and joined in with the others,
She came to spend Christmas with her favourite brothers.
When their festive dinner was finally complete
They set up the table and took a seat

Throughout the meal they talked and reminisced,
And toasted their loved ones they deeply missed
As the day became night and still in a festive mood,
They agreed to share a toast to one evil dude!

So to Crowley they raised their glasses this Christmas Eve,
With a toast and a drink, then they took their leave.
The boys heard his voice echo as they turned off the light,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"