Title: Round Table Discussion VI
Author: Esynnaj
Author Email: vesahchalarc@sbcglobal.net
Category: Holiday, Humor, Poetry, Series
Rating: FRT-13
Pairing: Warrick/Gil
Status of Story: Complete
Summary: Warrick has many attributes.
Warnings: song lyrics

"Aw, come on, Warrick. Don't be like that. Let me take a look at it. It's only the five of us here, for a change. You let Grissom see it. Grissom gets to see your stuff all the time."

"Of course I let him see it. I love him. I live with him. Alla my stuff belongs to him, like all his stuff belongs to me. Naturally he gets to see it."

"But Nick and Catherine got to see it, too. So why can't I?"

"Cause you criticize too damned much, Sara. It's the Christmas season and the only mood I wanna be in is a good one."

"Well, what if I promise my critique will only be a positive one? What if I promise that anything I say will only be intended to help?"

"Uh-uh. Cause that what you always intend when you criticize."

"Oh, let 'er see it, Warrick. She's not gonna stop ragging you about it until you do."

"I don't know if he should, Catherine, at least not here in the restaurant. I mean, you and me looked at it in the locker room when nobody else was around. Isn't it a little long for her to be looking at it now? Remember how deep we got into discussing it? We won't have time to finish breakfast, if she gets into it like we did."

"Well, Nicky, maybe she can convince him he's got a real gem there. I was really impressed. Warrick, you could make some serious money, if you put that thing out there for public consumption."

"Warrick, be fair. You have got to let me see it. You've got my curiosity going now. C'mon, take it out and let me see it."

"Fine, whatever, anything to shut you up. Here. Take a look."

There was a pause, a long pause.

Then...

"Oh, Warrick, it's beautiful. I've never seen anything so beautiful. Catherine's right. If you let others know about this, it could become the standard everybody goes by. It's absolutely lovely. You should set it to music. A few years from now, it might be one of the difficult Christmas songs, like "Little Drummer Boy" or "Oh Holy Night" or "The Twelve Days of Christmas" that people sing every year but can never remember all the words to right off."

"He's already has set it to music."

"He has? Really? You've heard it, Gris?"

"Of course I have. He's played for me at home several times."

"Hey, what say we go over to your place so all of us can hear it? We can fire up the gas fireplace and have some Irish cream and coffee with popcorn and cookies. How does that go over with you guys?"

"That works for me, Nick. Because I've really got to see how you fit something as complicated as this to music and make it sound good."

"Well, Sara, Warrick has done that and you'll believe me when you hear him sing and play it."

"I'll believe it when I hear it and apologize for being a doubting Thomas."

"Doubting Thomas was there when Jesus died, Sara. He belongs more around Easter than around Christmas, so don't be like him. That's ruinous to the Christmas spirit."

"Catherine, shut-up."

"You shut-up."

"I said it first."

"I shouldn't've showed it to her, Gil. All she's gonna do is complain."

"Try not be bothered by that. It's her nature. She doesn't mean any harm."

"Yeah, uh-huh, sure."

Nick listened to them mumbling and grumbling as they all walked out, turned as he neared the door, turned and held up a hand, waving to the restaurant employees as he called to them, "Merry Christmas, to yall!! And to all a good... morning!!!"

Then, he followed and joined the others.

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The Riches of Poverty in Motion: The Coming of the Holy Child

A partial rendition of Warrick's (and mine) story/poem/word song which he (and I) have put to gospel music.

Born to die, born on the run, born in a stable, born in a manger.

Born with few as believers, born with many as a danger.

Born to a virgin, by the spirit of God had He been conceived.

Leaving the maiden's promised husband ashamed and bereaved.

Then angels from on high came to him while he dreamed.

Thus they did sing, "Joseph, son of David, all is not as it seems.

Open your heart and put not your wife away.

For now has arrived that long promised day.

Mary carries the holy child who will save mankind from their sin."

So it was also told to the shepherds and in the east, three wise men.

They were told of Him, about the coming of Christ the Lord,

To bring everlasting peace and sheath every sword.

Following His star, the wise men came to bow and worship before Him.

Bringing frankincense and myrrh, golden cups filled to the brim.

Then, to save themselves, they fled home in the night.

Still singing praises to the Child and his wondrous Light.

To Joseph once more, did the heavenly host appear.

In his dreams, they sang, our words you must hear.

Flee with the Child into the land of Egypt and there reside.

Remain until called back. By the words of God abide.

Save the Child from those who would see him thrown to the abyss.

For He must grow up to become Jesus of Nazareth.

Chorus:

(For now. I am still working on all of this.)

Open up your hearts and hear what the angels have to say

For now has arrived that long promised day.

Mary has brought us the Child to save us all from our sins.

Spread the good news, like the shepherds and the wise men.