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!”