T’was the night before Christmas, in a liberal home,
It was gloomy and heavier than the Metrodome dome.
They were each in their rooms, each in silence and shame,
In hopes that no Carolers would visit again.
Tis the darkest of days in the Liberal year,
Banned from schools, streets and courthouses, all that laughter and cheer!
For they know there’s no magic man riding sleighs in a suit,
Or child in a manger, What a crock! What a hoot!
Obama’s healthcare, was slashed by a GOP judge,
And the tax-cuts extended by some Democrat sludge,
Then the Christian extremists were all pealing with joy,
to make matters worse! How they stress and annoy!
‘I hate Santa Claus!’ the man shouted to chase away the mirth,
‘He never gave to me all I’m entitled to, or worth!
He’s a hypocrite, he's gone after just one small day,
Only rewarding riches, He hates Muslims and gays.’
His Red parents had made sure that he knew the real truth,
Between Ritalin shots and TV time in his room,
‘Don’t leave gift giving to some old white man, dressed in red,
It’s the government’s job to do that,’ they had said.
‘Free those twelve captive reindeer from that barbarous man,
And the minority elves, with no unions at hand.
Spread the wealth, save the trees, stop this dumb Christian sham,
That was copied from old legends, in the Egyptian land.’
Thus, this sad liberal muttered to himself all night long,
Till he put on a miserable Jane Fonda song,
The next morning he exploded when wished a good day,
‘God is dead! So are you!! Now get out of my way!!!’
Please don't take this poem seriously! [photo:^HikingArtist.com- flickr/cc license
Wednesday, December 15, 2010