Tuesday, December 22, 2009


Twas the night before Christmas in the White House
Not a creature was stirring, not even the louse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care
In hopes that more money soon would be there.

Obama was nestled all snug in his bed
While visions of unemployment danced in his head
Michelle on her "kerchief, and Barack in Mao cap"
Had just settled down for their long winter nap.

When on the front lawn there arose such a clatter
Barack crawled from his bed to see what's the matter.
Away to the window he made a quick dash
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash
When, what to his watery eyes should appear:

But an old clunker sleigh and eight sickly reindeer.

Santa said not a word, but continued his works
Stacking up earmarks and lobbyist's perks
Santa looked straight at Obama and finally spoke

"Thanks to you Mr. President, now I'm flat broke
It took my life savings to pay my tax bill
and what I have left is just next to nil."

I can't even afford to light up Rudolph's red nose!

With a flip of one finger up the chimney Santa rose.

Then Santa exclaimed as he flew through the rain:
"Oh, how I wish our President's name was McCain!"

Your friends in Washington D.C.

p.s. "Mail your packages early so that Obama's post office can lose them in time for Christmas."