‘Twas the Night Before Christmas #2

December 14, 2013

G’Day!

Time for some humor–again with apologies to Clement Moore & Democrats.

 

 ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas!

1    ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ my house,

2   Not a creature was resting, not even a mouse;

3   The Stockings were hung by the Chimney with hope,

4   That in 2014, we’d be able to cope;

5   Sebelius was panicked, and feared for her job,

6   While Obamacare problems, stirred up the mob,

7   With no health insurance, or work through the land,

8   We added our assets, to see how much on hand.

9   When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

10   I sprang from depression to see what was the matter.

11  Away to the window I flew like a flash,

12  Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.

13  The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

14  Gave the lustre of mid-day to deficits below;

15  When, what to my desperate eyes should appear,

16  But a government golf cart, and eight progressive Reindeer,

17  With the President driving, so lively and quick,

18  I knew in a moment it must be a trick.

19  More rapid than eagles his supporters they came,

20 And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:

21    “Now Media! Now Wall Street! now Unions! and Wa’ Post!

22   “On Holder! on Carney! on Jarrett! and ‘Spend Most’!

23   “To the top of the Debt! To the top of the wall!

24   “Now Tax it all! Tax it all! Tax away all!”

25    As vague promises before the wild subsidies fly,

26    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

27    So up to the heavens, the deficits they flew,

28    With the cart full of Regulations – and Executive Orders too:

29    And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

30   The laughing and gnashing of each little tooth.

31    As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

32   Down came Obama with a bag and a bound:

33   He was dress’d all in debts, from his head to his foot,

34   And his promises were stained with ‘misstatements’ and soot;

35    A bundle of taxes were hung on his back,

36    And he look’d like a peddler just opening his pack:

37    His promises – how many! His failures – how crippling,

38    His cheeks were like roses, his fingers were gripling;

39    His droll mouth was drawn up in a grin,

40    As he planned to build, bigger government again;

41     The bill for Obamacare he held tight in his teeth,

42    And joy encircled his head like a wreath.

43    He had a big smile, and blamed everyone else,

44    For all his disasters, all but himself:

45    He was happy and laughing, a right socialist old elf,

46    And I cringed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

47    A smile on his lips, and a twist of his ear,

48    Soon gave me to know, I had something to fear.

49    He spoke not a word, for him a big task,

50    And took all of value; then took off his mask,

51    And laying his golf club aside of his nose,

52    And taking my assets, up the chimney he rose.

53    He sprang to his golf cart, to his team gave a toot,

54    And away they all flew, after taking the loot:

55    And I heard him proclaim, as he drove by my eye;

56    Thanks for your help, kiss your healthcare and free markets goodbye!

 

Seriously, Merry Christmas & Happy New Year to everyone! Hopefully, 2014 will be better!

The Old Guy PhD


‘Twas the Night Before Christmas!

December 6, 2012

G’Day!

Time for some humor – with apologies to Clement Moore & Democrats.

 ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas!

1    ‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro’ the land,

2   Not a Senator was stirring, nor lifting a hand;

3   The Deficits were hung by the Capitol with care,

4   In hopes that Obama & Congress soon would be there;

5   The Democrats were nestled all snug in their beds,

6   While visions of Taxes danc’d in their heads,

7   And Mama in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,

8   Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.

9   When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

10   I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

11   Away to the window I flew like a flash,

12  Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.

13  The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

14  Gave the lustre of mid-day to Dependents below;

15  When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,

16  But a minature sleigh, and eight Union Reindeer,

17  With the President driving, so lively and quick,

18  I knew in a moment it must be a trick.

19  More rapid than eagles his Advocates they came,

20   And he whistled, and shouted, and call’d them by name:

21    “Now! AFL, now! NLRB, now! SEIU, and CIOs,

22   “On! Teachers, on! Teamsters, on! Alinsky and Soros;

23   “To the top of the Fiscal Cliff! to the top of the wall!

24   “Now trash it all! Trash it all ! Trash away all!”

25    As dead leaves before the wild Deficits fly,

26    When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

27    So up to the Cliff-top the coursers they flew,

28    With the sleigh full of Hand-outs – and Big Unions too:

29    And then in a twinkling, I heard on the roof

30   The gnashing and grinding of each little tooth.

31    As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

32   Down the chimney Obama came with a bound:

33   He was dress’d all in loans, from his head to his foot,

34   And his commitments were all tarnish’d with ashes and soot;

35    A bundle of Food Stamps was hung on his back,

36    And he look’d like a beggar just opening his pack:

37    His Obligations – how multiplied! His Deficits – how crippling,

38    His cheeks were like roses, his fingers were rippling;

39    His droll little mouth was drawn up in a grin,

40    As he contemplated hitting the “Rich” on the chin;

41     The bill for a Tax Hike he held tight in his teeth,

42    And his joy encircled his head like a wreath.

43    He had a thin face, and a little flat belly

44    That shook when he laugh’d, like a bowl full of jelly:

45    He was skinny and happy, a right socialist old elf,

46    And I cringed when I saw him in spite of myself;

47    A squint of his eye and a twist of his head,

48    Soon gave me to know I had something to dread.

49    He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

50    And emptied all the stockings; then turn’d with a jerk,

51    And laying his finger aside of his nose,

52    And grasping the Wealth, up the chimney he rose.

53    He sprung to his sleigh, to his team gave a toot,

54    And away they all flew, after taking the loot:

55    But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight-

56    Thanks for your votes, and to all a good night!

Seriously, Merry Christmas & Happy New Year to everyone! All the best for 2013!

The Old Guy PhD