As I re-wrote "A Christmas Carol" last year, I figured I'd continue with the theme of Gabby-fying Christmas classics. Here's my Secret Santa present for everyone. Happy Christmas! -KM-

'Twas the Night Before Christmas (with apologies to the original author)

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through headquarters
No creature was stirring, not even reporters.
Stockings were hung in Abby's Lab with her care,
In hopes that Secret Santas soon would be there.

Tony was nestled all snug in his bed,
While visions of movie trailers danced in his head.
And Gibbs in his basement, while Ziva lit candles,
Ducky hoped Christmas guests wouldn't be too much to handle.

When out on Gibbs' lawn there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from the basement to see what was the matter.
Away to the doorway he flew like a boar,
Tore open the shutters then threw open the door.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a hearse with a tree, ornaments and reindeer.

With a dark goth driver, so lively and quick,
He knew in a moment it must be Abbs-Nick.
More rapid than eagles she flew up the drive,
He wondered how she'd made it through this snowy night still alive!

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So it's up the stairs to the porch near him she flew,
With the bag full of ornaments, and mistletoe too.

She was dressed all in black, from her head to her feet,
And her clothes were all covered with snowflakes and sleet.
A bundle of decorations she'd flung on her back,
And she looked like a peddler, just opening her pack.

Her eyes-how they twinkled! Her dimples how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her nose like a cherry!
Her mouth was drawn up like a little red bow,
And her black hair was covered with soft flakes of snow.

She, an unexpected though not unwelcome elf,
And he laughed when he saw her, in spite of himself!
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave him to know he had nothing to dread.

She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
Soon his house looked like Christmas had gone berserk.
There was a tree and stockings and presents and bows,
And a fire crackled to warm his fingers and toes!

She hung the mistletoe up where it could not be missed,
And then their lips met in a sweet Christmas kiss.
He couldn't imagine a merrier sight,
Happy Christmas to all, and to them, a good night!