'Twas the night before Christmas....an original version

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,

Not a creature was stirring, not even a Stock Market Bear’s Pulse;

The Economy has the illusion it’s being handled with care,

Knowing the Bernanke printing press will always be there;

All the Democratic EX-congressman were nestled snug in their beds,

With visions of infinite sugar-PENSIONS dancing in their heads;

Commodity prices have skyrocketed, our National Debt too,

 

As the Political Will-power resides in way too few,

 

Out on the Horizon will arise such a clatter,

Debt, Pensions & benefits are what’s the matter,

Making the country a wash in cash,

 

Will one day cause extreme whiplash,

 

Sentiment is down right giddy and “Perceived risks” at an All-time low,

Which gives a contrarian a moment of pause, too ponder what might lie below,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear from the galleys,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny donkeys,

A driver appeared, with that middle-name that’s so strange,

I knew in a moment it must be our “lord and savior” of change,

More rapid than a democrat extending free benefits, his coursers they came,

And he grumbled, and vilified, and condemned the “Rich”,

 

Reliant upon Biden, and Clinton, and Pelosi that *****,

 

 

How dare people work hard and deserve what they earn,

 

Redistribution of wealth is surely what we need to learn,

 

To the top of Washington !  To the top of the Hill!

 

Quickly, swiftly, Before the populace get’s to ill,

 

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!

 

 

He was articulate, and thin, and full of hot-air,

And I laughed when I realized how people could fall for his flair!

 

A wink of his eye and that smile he gave,

 

Soon made me realize he was taking us to the grave,

 

 

He spoke not a word of his true agenda, but went straight to its undertaking,

 

He filled the working-class with promises of profiteering,

 

And by laying the groundwork to move from an outhouse to Penthouse,

 

Immediately, to cult status he rose!

 

 

He sprang to the sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

 

And away they all galloped to D.C. and their new found castle,

 

But I heard him exclaim, as he rode out of sight,

 

“Merry Christmas to all!  You’ve all been hood-winked!  And to all.....A Good Night!”

 

 

 

 

On a serious note:  Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to All of You!