Note - I did not write this, I just saw it and it made me chuckle for a minute; hope you enjoy.



'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the White House
Not a creature was working, not even his spouse;
No stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
because Michelle and the kids were in Hawaii spending 7 million there;

The Obama voters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of free cell phones danced in their heads;
And mamma with her free healthcare, and unemployment benefits with no cap,
Had just settled down for a free winter's nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the mail box I flew like a flash,
Tore open the mail and got my free cash.

The welfare check hadn’t got wet in the snow
Obama was still passing out free dough,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a sign I must not work, at all of next year,

With a Socialist driver, so conniving and quick,
I knew in a moment he was their Saint Nick.
More taxes for the working and spending pretty much insane,
and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Daschle! Now, Boxer! Now, Franken and Reid!
On, Pelosi! On Feinstein! On, Baucus and Biden!
over the debt ceiling! No spending fire wall!
Now tax away! Tax away! Tax away all!"

NICE

How true

And Christmas was taken from all but a few

And that will be going on my FB page to see if I can get the remainder of my liberal "friends" to delete me.

Not a new poem this year, but true today as ever!  
Here's another one going around the web:
Twas the night before Christmas, all thru the White House






Obama sat stirring, with J. Biden the mouse






Golf stockings were hung, by the chimney with care






In hopes the Tea Party wouldn’t notice them there
The children were nestled all snug in King beds






While visions of Maui still danced in there heads






With Michelle in her pj’s, and I in my cap






We just counted money, and settled down for a nap
When out in the lawn,there arose such a clatter






We sprang from the bed to see what was the matter??






Then away to the window, I flew like a flash






I tore off my cap, then threw up the sash
The moon on the breast, on the white fallen snow






Gave my own droopy eyes a view of people below






When what to my wondering eyes should appear






A blue chevy van, with six persons I fear
With a slender ol’ driver, so lively and quick






I knew in a moment it was Clint from that flick






More rapid than Eagles, The Fox friends all came






Clint whistled and shouted; He called them by name
Now Riley, Now Meagan, Now Hannity, Now Malkin






GO Gretta GO Get, The Benghazi’s chief Vixen






To the top of the porch, to the back of the hall


Now Dash away, Dash away, Dash away all
As dry leaves before, this same truth will fly






With media cover-up, They’ll fly to the sky






In back of the house in a quickness they flew






The van full of men, and Clint Eastwood too
And then in a twinkling, I heard from the road






Fox newsmen were speaking of my crazy tax load






As I drew in my head and was turning around?






There stood the "Donald”, not making a sound
Suited up for business, from head to his feet






He wasn’t the person I had cared to meet






A big bundle of records was flung on his back






I thought of a peddler, while he opened his pack
His eyes how they sneered, his face cold and stern






I knew he would leave me a lesson to learn






His droll little mouth was drawn down like a bow






He was mad his toupee had fallen in snow
The stump of his pipe, he held in his teeth






The smoke encircled Michelle like a wreath






Trump knew the secret I would never reveal






Not even the votes I would willingly steal
I yelled "Give Up Now On this mission for self






Trump smirked, then laid the form on my shelf






With a wink of his eye, and a nod of his head






I thought "could it be; I have nothing to dread?”
He spoke not a word, went straight to his work






Then left my birth record, and turned with a jerk






Then pointing his finger up toward my head






Then said "You are Fired; we want Romney instead!”
He sprung to his Limo, leaving me and the mouse






With Michelle looking worried of finding a house






Then I heard him exclaim, as he rode in the night






"Merry Christmas to aaaall, and to aaaall a Goodniiiiiiiight!!!