Not a lawmaker was filibustering,
nor writing a bill.
The stockings were hung by the
rostrum with care,
In hopes that health care soon
would be there.
The democrats were nestled all
snug in their beds,
While visions of super-majority
danced in their heads.
And Pelosi with her gavel, and
Reid with his math,
Were trying their hardest to blaze a new path.
When out on the mall there arose
such a clatter,
Glenn Beck waved his arms, as mad
as a hatter.
A party he led, but there was no
tea,
Nor rational folks, far as the
eye could see.
“TYRANNY” they yelled, as if they
had no choice,
But an election last year, they
sure had their voice.
Then what to my wondering eyes
should appear,
A brand new campaign season soon would
be near.
A new force set out, constantly
going rogue,
Whose politics mattered not, but
whose style was in vogue.
Their party was floundering,
about to diverge,
When a legion of leaders began to
emerge:
“Now Romney! Now Gingrich! Pawlenty and Cantor,
On, Barbour! On, Huckabee! Oh
please raise the banter.
To Iowa and New Hampshire, to
states large and small,
Now dash away, dash away, dash
away all!
While over at the White House,
Obama did sleep,
The bright shiny Nobel would be
his to keep.
But off in Kabul, no peace would
be near,
The troops saw the medal, but the
mission was clear.
In for a while they’ll fight as a
surge,
Those feisty terrorists we all hope
to purge.
But should all the fighting
continue too long,
They’ll just come back home,
could that be too wrong?
And over in London some servers
were hacked,
It turns out that science isn’t
quite based in fact.
Regardless in Denmark they sought
a solution,
To make the world safer from
carbon and pollution.
Back home on Wall Street the
banks have improved,
But investors, their worries have
hardly been soothed.
In Detroit and elsewhere the economy
is bleak,
Creating more jobs needs some new
technique.
Just then, back in Washington,
the President awoke,
His sky-high approval ratings had
gone up in smoke.
The challenges were great, but
his message was greater,
Change has not come, and we can’t
wait till later.
The prison was still open at that
infamous Bay,
While gays could not serve, at
least not openly today.
The lobbying firms still had much
power,
And the pork-barrel projects
still taste quite sour.
He needed a win to bring back the
support,
At least now on health care
they shouldn't fall short.
On what other promises might he
deliver?
What he needed was help, from a
jolly Christmas giver.
Then out in the Rose Garden, a
loud “Ho Ho Ho!”
The President’s face, it started
to glow.
Quickly he ran through the
residence with speed,
Hoping Saint Nick could help in
this time of need.
Emerging from the colonnades he
saw a big sleigh,
He had arrived too late though, it
was flying away!
His family did join him, in
pajamas with glee,
“It’s a time to be happy,” his
daughters did plea.
The polls did not matter, the
issues could wait,
Regardless of how much now sits
on his plate.
This day would be simple, just
family and toys,
Like those cherished years back
home in Illinois.
On Monday these issues would
matter again,
But for now all these problems
can wait until then.
So he went back inside, where he
said with delight,
“Merry Christmas to all and to
all a good night!”
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