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Message Subject What would your Christmas card say to Michelle Obama?
Poster Handle Simone
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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the House majority of DEMONRATS Not a creature was stirring, not even a rat;
Their SMOCKINGS were hung by the NECK with care,
I was in hopes that Santa Clause of the United States (SCOTUS) soon would be there;
Their BORROWED FAKE children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of PIZZA and HOT DOGS danced in their heads;
Michael and Obama left their 'kerchief MAP,
While I next door donned my MAGA cap,
I had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We all sprang from our beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
THE STORM was upon them and gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to our wondering eyes should appear,
But the POLICE, the FBI, and the DOJ and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
THEY knew in a moment it must be POTUS and they felt SICK.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, KAVANAUGH! now, WHITAKER! now, SESSIONS and FLOTUS! On, IVANKA! on Qpid! on, DON JR and HIS SON! (Can’t say his name here)
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of SUBPOENAS, and INDICTMENTS too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney POTUS came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with FAKE NEWS and soot;
A bundle of PRISON SENTENCES at GITMO for the deep state
he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave THEM to know that they had something to DREAD;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all their stockings with PRISON SENTENCES; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
THEY’RE ALL GOING TO PRISON, HURRAH HURRAH!
HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!
 
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