by nsalem and Colleen
Tis the night before christmas and all though the mash
Not a surgeon was stirring
Not even a nurse
The stockings where hung by the wounded with care
In hopes that truce talks will soon be there
The animals were all nestled all snug in their cages
While visions of carrots danced in their heads
Hawkeye in his bathrobe
And Margaret in her dress
snuggled down in the OR for a long winters rest
when all of a sudden shots where being heard
behind the OR tent.
Hawkeye jumped from the table to the outswinging door
and heard sniper say "marry christmas to mash and a happy new year"
while driving away