Friday, December 25, 2009

The 2009 Christmas Story

‘Twas The Morning Before Christmas

‘Twas the morning before Christmas and all through the room,
The Democrats were stirring while our Country lay in doom.

Their pork barrels were hung by the White House with care,
In hopes that Obama soon would be there.

The vote had been taken, like thieves who don’t care,
With hopes that the public would never be there.

Pelosi with her broom and Reid with a bat,
Had just settled down for a long winter nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They jumped from their beds to see what was the matter.

Away to the windows they flew like a flash
Tore open the shutter and got bombed with hash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of horror from the people below.

Then what to their wandering eyes should appear,
But protestor signs and thousands of sneers.

They moved to the side, faces now cringed with fear,
In hopes that the Great one soon would be near.

More rapid than eagles the closer he came,
He whistled and shouted and called them by name.

Now Landrieu and Barney and Boxer and Lester,
On Franken on Burris on Dodd and then Spector.

From the top of the wall to the top of the roof,
Now show me some spirit, that mob ain’t coherent.

So up to the house top, the closer he flew,
With a sleigh full of taxes and promises too.

And then in a twinkling they heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of transparent goofs.

As they still hung their heads and were turning around,
Through the chimney he came gagged and bound.

He was dressed all in black from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished from protestor soot.

His eyes, how they twinkled his dimples how merry!
Because of promises broken he glowed like a cherry.

He spoke not a word but went straight to his work,
After filling the pork barrels he turned with a jerk.

Putting a finger to his nose,
He turned to the chimney and up it he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh giving a whistle,
Then sleazed away like a thief on a missile.

I heard him exclaim as he flew out of sight,
‘It’s now my way or not, and to all a good fight.’

By: Richard Sullivan 12/24/09

To each and every Patriot throughout the U.S. I wish a very Merry Christmas, a Happy and Prosperous New Year and May God Bless

To all who think this bill is justified, I support your right to your beliefs. I hope when the time comes you will have the answer to give your children and grandchildren when they ask, ‘Why did you do this to us?’

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