RSSTwas The Night Before An Obama Christmas
Carl Andrews | December 3, 2009
‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the White House,
not a creature was stirring, not even the chief louse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that Pelosi would deliver healthcare.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
I hope my Czars remembered their meds.
And Michelle in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
lay wondering if global warming was all a big load of crap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I thought it must be Joe Biden, he’s mad as a hatter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
it might be Rahm Emanuel, the man’s pretty brash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
made me wonder how to keep Congress in tow.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
but Harry Reid and his friends shouting “come down for a beer.”
With a little old driver so lively and quick,
I thought that Fox News was pulling a trick.
More rapid than eagles his cronies they came,
like the cop and the professor, it was more of the same.
“Now Rangel, now Specter, and you Barney Frank,
let’s raise taxes while the economy is still in the tank.”
They went from the porch to the top of the wall,
as Chris Dodd shouted ” that Sarah Palin sure is a doll.”
So up to the house-top the liberals they flew,
with the cap-and-trade bill they hoped to push through.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof,
David Axelrod’s footsteps, the man’s such a goof.
As I drew in my hand and was turning around,
down the chimney came John Murtha with some tax money he found.
He was covered in fur from his head to his foot,
and into his wallet the money he put.
A suitcase full of cash he had on his back,
for pork-barrel spending, the man has a knack.
Barney Frank’s eyes twinkled, he had a nose like a cherry,
and said he would fight anyone who called him a fairy.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
a sub-prime mortage makes his eyes all aglow.
The stump of a pipe Dodd held in his teeth,
looking pretty calm for one accused of being a thief.
Charlie Rangel stood there with a pain in his belly,
while I got on the phone and called up the deli.
Reverend Wright stood there like a jolly old elf,
that guy is sure full of himself.
With a wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Pelosi fibbed,saying the heathcare bill she had read,
They spoke not a word, but went right to their work,
plotting for payoffs from drug giant Merck.
And laying their fingers alonside of their nose,
they made plans for the taxpayer’s next set of woes.
They sprang to their limo, and gave the driver a whistle,
while saying healthcare was more important than any Iranian nuclear missile.
But I heard them exclaim as they drove out of sight,
“we’re screwed when America learns what we do at night.”
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