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‘Twas the Night Before Christmas

 

by: DogJ - 2008

 

 

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land

 

Not a person was working, not a woman or man;

 

 

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

 

In “Hopes” that Uncle Sam soon would be there;

 

 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

 

While visions of I-pods played in their heads;

 

 

And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap.

 

Had just settled down for a UAW mandated nap.

 

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

 

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

 

 

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

 

Tore open the shutters and prayed to see cash.

 

 

The light on the breast of the woman next door,

 

Gave lust to the night, like never before.

 

 

When, what to my greedy eyes should appear,

 

But an armour truck and eight tiny reindeer.

 

 

With an ethic driver, so promising and slick

 

I knew in a moment it was the President-elect.

 

 

More rapid than rabbits his followers they came,

 

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.

 

 

“Now Joe! now, Rod! now, Rahm and Barney!

 

On, Chris! on Ted! On Hillary and Nancy!

 

 

To the top of the leadership, to the top of the wall!

 

Now give away, give away, give away to all!

 

 

As ink dries, before the presses are done,

 

Not an obstacle before us, can more cash not overcome.

 

 

So, up to the banks the coursers to save,

 

With a bag full of money, to regulation they said ney.

 

 

And then, in a sound-bite, I heard on the TV

 

The the promises and guarantees were all for me.

 

 

As I drew my gun and was turning around,

 

Down the chimney Uncle Sam came with abound.

 

 

He was dreessed to the 10’s, from his head to his foot,

 

And his Pension was safe, and a pay raise to boot.

 

 

A bundle of “Change” he had flung on his back,

 

And he looked like a politician just opening his PAC.

 

 

His eyes – how they twinkled! His “Change” so merry!

 

His “Hope”was like roses, his “Promises” like a cherry!

 

 

His droll little words wrapped up in a bow,

 

His pockets full of money, for everyone you know!

 

 

The butt of a cig held tight in his teeth;

 

And the smoke and mirrors encircled us with belief.

 

 

He had a broad re-distribution plan, but no money,

 

So he shook and he laughed, “the presses must print honey”!

 

 

He was typical and biblical, a right jolly young man,

 

And I laughed when I saw his economic Plan.

 

 

A wink of his eye and a twist of his promises,

 

Soon gave me to know, I would suffer great losses.

 

 

He spoke too many words, and performed little work,

 

But, plundered the hard working, like a real live jerk.

 

 

And laying his “Vision” ahead of all reason,

 

He stole my hard work! is this not treason?

 

 

He sprang to his throne, to his team gave a whistle,

 

And away they all flew with the greed of a politician.

 

 

But I heard him exclaim, ere he went out of sight,

 

“Merry Chrismas to all, and to all a good-life”