There's this contest over at Supernaturalfanwiki that I entered to make a Supernatural holiday card for Jensen, Jared, and Eric. This is the poem I wrote that I put in it! Hope you guys like it!

It’s the Most Horrible Time of the Year

[To be sung to the tune of It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year]

It’s the most horrible time of the year.
Your kids replaced with changelings,
And playing with dead things,
‘Zat Latin I hear?
It’s the most horrible time of the year!
It’s the fug-fugliest season of all!
With those friggin’ apple pies and scary poltergeists,
When dead people call,
It’s the fug-fugliest season of all!

There’ll be corpses for burning,
Werewolves that are turning,
And sacrifices to scarecrows.
There’ll be demons and angels,
Knife wounds that are painful,
And aliens dancing real slow.

It’s the most horrible time of the year.
There’ll be tricksters and zombies,
And death by Christmas trees,
No the boys are not queer!
It’s the most horrible time of the year!

There’ll be corpses for burning,
Werewolves that are turning,
And sacrifices to scarecrows.
There’ll be demons and angels,
Knife wounds that are painful,
And aliens dancing real slow.

It’s the most horrible time of the year.
There’ll be tricksters and zombies,
And death by Christmas trees,
No the boys are not queer!
It’s the most horrible time
It’s the most horrible time
Oh the most horrible time…of the year!

BRAVO. That was awesome.

fugliest season of all.
LMAO.

My next Supernatural Christmas song is:

The Twelve Days of Christmas Supernatural Style

On the first day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
A stake from an evergreen tree.

On the second day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Two bags of salt,
And a stake from an evergreen tree.

On the third day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Three flare guns,
Two bags of salt,
And a stake from an evergreen tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Four black lights,
Three flare guns,
Two bags of salt,
And a stake from an evergreen tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Five silver knives,
Four black lights,
Three flare guns,
Two bags of salt,
And a stake from an evergreen tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Six guns a’shooting,
Five silver knives,
Four black lights,
Three flare guns,
Two bags of salt,
And a stake from an evergreen tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Seven bombs exploding,
Six guns a’shooting,
Five silver knives,
Four black lights,
Three flare guns,
Two bags of salt,
And a stake from an evergreen tree.

On the eighth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Eight tasers a’shocking,
Seven bombs exploding,
Six Glocks a’shooting,
Five silver knives,
Four black lights,
Three flare guns,
Two bags of salt,
And a stake from an evergreen tree.

On the ninth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Nine vampires biting,
Eight tasers a’shocking,
Seven bombs exploding,
Six Glocks a’shooting,
Five silver knives,
Four black lights,
Three flare guns,
Two bags of salt,
And a stake from an evergreen tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Ten corpses rotting,
Nine vampires biting,
Eight tasers a’shocking,
Seven bombs exploding,
Six Glocks a’shooting,
Five silver knives,
Four black lights,
Three flare guns,
Two bags of salt,
And a stake from an evergreen tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Eleven angels smiting,
Ten corpses rotting,
Nine vampires biting,
Eight tasers a’shocking,
Seven bombs exploding,
Six Glocks a’shooting,
Five silver knives,
Four black lights,
Three flare guns,
Two bags of salt,
And a stake from an evergreen tree.

On the twelfth day of Christmas,
My true love gave to me,
Twelve shtrigas feeding,
Eleven angels smiting,
Ten corpses rotting,
Nine vampires biting,
Eight tasers a’shocking,
Seven Glocks a’shooting,
Six bombs exploding,
Five silver knives,
Four black lights,
Three flare guns,
Two bags of salt,
And a stake from an evergreen tree.

My next Supernatural Christmas song:

Deck The Halls

Deck the halls with creepy doll-ies,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Drink spiked eggnog and be jolly,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Please stay safe and out of peril,
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
Dean and Sam sing off-tune carols,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.

Psychics can read minds so don’t cuss,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Put up wreathes that scream, “Come eat us!”
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Dean must find the ghost sickness cure,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
How much daytime TV can he endure?
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Dean looks for a knife of brass,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
He runs away, almost falls on his ass,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
No matter how harsh the weather,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Our boys can pull through together,
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la!

I've got another!

Sam and Dean are Coming to Town

You don’t have to shout,
You don’t have to cry,
You don’t have to pout,
I’m telling you why.
Sam and Dean are coming to town.

They’re doing research,
And checking it twice,
If you’ve got some pie,
Dean will have a slice,
Sam and Dean are coming to town.

They guard you when you’re sleeping,
They’ll save you if you drown,
They brave all kinds of evil things,
Except for planes and clowns.

Oh, you don’t have to shout,
You don’t have to cry,
You don’t have to pout,
I’m telling you why.
Sam and Dean are coming to town.

^That was the most funniest. Oh I loved it. You must do more. Jingle Bells!

Thanks! I really liked Sam and Dea are Coming to Town. But no songs for the magic sled Metallicar?

Hm...Jingle bells for the Metallicar....

My latest:

The Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, and in the motel,
Two young men were sleeping, worn out, you could tell.
The boys had swapped gifts, things that would be quite handy.
Porn, shaving cream, motor oil, and candy.

Christmas for these boys was not normal, you see.
They did not hang up stockings or cut down a tree.
These boys, Dean and Sam, had killed two Pagan Gods.
They had nearly been killed, but had defied the odds.

Sam had thought back to early memories.
He remembered his brother, how he used to tease.
Sam had asked Dean questions; what happened to their mother?
He recalled that ninth Christmas, harsh words from his brother.

When Dean had come back, Sam had showed him John’s book.
Dean yelled and got mad when Sam said he’d looked.
When Sam asked his brother, “Are monsters real?”
Dean hated what he knew he had to reveal.

Dean told his young brother of spirits and ghosts,
Of demons and creatures, and of hunting he boasts.
He says, “Dad’s a hero. He saves people’s lives.
Dad fights evil monsters and always survives.”

But young Sammy was scared and got angry at this.
Monsters were real and evil exists?
What of the monster that had killed their mother?
It could kill John or Sammy, or even his brother.

Yet Dean told his brother he’d always protect him.
He’d stay by his side and no evil would get him.
Sam went to sleep crying and Dean was distressed.
He put on his shoes and left, on a quest.

When Sam later woke, he was shocked to see,
Some Christmas presents and even a tree.
Dean told his brother that their dad had been there.
But Sam knew Dean had had Christmas prepared.

When Sam opened his presents, it seemed way too…pink.
Sam stared at his brother. “You stole these, I think.”
Dean admitted he had and Sam handed to him,
The gift for their father, with newspaper trim.

Dean objected, Sam persisted, and Dean opened it.
He held in his hand an antique amulet.
“I love it,” Dean said, his voice very soft.
And from that day forward, it never came off.

So from monsters to demons, if ever there’s danger,
They will help a friend, or even a stranger.
But no stockings are hung during their Christmas.
They’re just as happy grinding evil to dust.

Next, by request:

Metallicar

(to the tune of Jingle Bells)

Speeding down the road,
In a four-door hard-top car,
Down the street she goes,
Admired from afar.
The black paint really shines,
Making people smile,
What fun it is to grin and sing
Bon Jovi songs tonight.

Metallicar, Metallicar,
Purring, she drives far,
Oh what fun it is to drive
In a four-door hard-top car.
Metallicar, Metallicar,
Purring, she drives far,
Oh what fun it is to drive
In a four-door hard-top car.

Driving really fast,
To the hospital we go,
Now the danger’s passed,
But John’s bleeding, I know.
Sam still has the Colt,
One bullet left inside,
A great big crash and one big jolt,
John Winchester, he died.

Metallicar, Metallicar,
Purring, she drives far,
Oh what fun it is to drive
In a four-door hard-top car.
Metallicar, Metallicar,
Purring, she drives far,
Oh what fun it is to drive
In a four-door hard-top car.

Oh I loved the Metallicar one. It was so funny.

You should try one with Frosty the Snowman. I've been trying that one out with Ruby. You inspired me.

I saw this on ff.net and could not stop laughing thanks so much....please some more... Silver Bells...come one there is a Supernatural Christmas song in that one...oooohhh what about Silent Night I mean the boys sang it...kinda

Edited to Add my Driedel Song... Oh it is bad but it was fun....

I had a little Dean I made him up you see and with a little Deanie a Sammy we did see.
Oh Sammy, Sammy, Sammy please save our little Dean he has had a little melt down for everyone to see.


We had a little Sammy, a little brother to our Dean and when he was a baby a demon we did see.
Oh Deanie, Deanie Deanie please save your little bro he knows not what he’s doing with the power he does show.

Lol, thanks guys! Love the dreidel one! Very cute!

I'm thinking of what to do next. I think I'll skip Silent Night since the boys already claimed that one. But the others, I'm considering. One about Ruby might be interesting actually, so maybe I'll try it with Frosty. And I'll take a look at the lyrics for Silver Bells. I started on one called Grandma Got her Blood Drunk by a Vampire (Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer) but it isn't going too well. Needs work.

Brilliant! My favorite has to be Deck the Halls. Great, great job.