Twas the night before Christmas, and through DC town,
The ladies were picking out their inaugural gowns
And Detroit's "Big Three" had nary a care,
Because all knew Obama soon would be there.
Their CEOs would soon be snug in their beds,
While visions of bail out danced in their heads.
And I had just donned my New York Mets cap,
To head home for dinner and a long winter's nap.
When out on the Mall there arose such a clatter,
I turned the corner to see what was the matter.
Away past the Tidal Basin I flew like a flash,
As fast as my middle aged legs were able to dash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Barack Obama and running mate Joe!
With a teleprompter and oratory, so hopeful, not grim,
I knew in a moment it could only be HIM.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
Barack whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Rangel! Now, Pelosi! Now, Reid and Baucus!
On, Teddy! On, Henry! On, Democratic caucus!
Our time has come! We must get on the ball!
We have money to spend! We must spend it all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the Capitol the coursers they flew,
With a stimulus bill full of money, and Obama too!
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each lobbyists' hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
The lobbyists arrived with a leap and a bound!
They were dressed in Brooks Brothers, from head to foot,
All had arrived for their share of the loot.
A wish list of projects they had in their grip,
For the good of the people, they happily quipped!
Barack's eyes twinkled! But he didn't seem so merry.
His cheeks began to redden, a bit like a cherry!
His gleaming smile turned to a frown,
His demeanor headed decidedly down.
The stump of a cigarette he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
(He had tried to quit but had to confess
He resumed his bad habit because of the stress).
All they want is money, he grumbled to himself,
Who do they think I am, some jolly old elf?
Still, the people need jobs, he thought in his head
$850 billion should do it, he finally said.
So he handed out his gifts to all who were near,
to doctors and builders and road engineers!
He then said goodbye with a twitch of his nose,
(And the next day, even the Stock Market rose)!
As he sprang to his limo, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all drove away like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
With apologies to Clement Clark Moore, I hope you enjoyed this Washington version of the famed verse I will now be taking a holiday hiatus, resuming with my blogging on January 5.
No question to our readers today, just my best wishes to you and your loved ones for joyful holiday season and prosperous New Year! And I invite you to post your own holiday wishes to your fellow ACP Advocate readers.