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