Twas the eve before, the eve before Christmas
and all through tinsle town,
Not a director, nor actor, nor sound man to be found!
Cameras all tucked away in storage with care,
The unlucky nightman the only one there!
Gone for the holidays to visit family and friends,
We'll have to watch DVDs and re-runs until then.
Costumes hang in the closet and wait,
to be worn in an episode on some future date.
The lights stand with their heads in a bow,
The stage shut-down and all quiet for now.
We'll miss our favorite characters and stars,
Like Hodgins examining specimens in jars.