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.