I wrote this poem late last year, prior to the Health Care vote. And though the bill passed, negating my “prophetic” poem, a new administration insures America’s ability to repeal this unconstitutional nightmare. Enjoy and pass along….
‘Twas the night before recess, and all through the House,
The Congressional think tank, somewhat of a louse,
Shook hands and slapped backs and they toasted success,
Their constituents groaning, exhibiting unrest.
When on top of the Capitol, there arose such a clatter,
Frank, Pelosi and Reid yelled, “Hey, what’s the matter?”
They ran to the hall, where votes cast make new laws,
And standing indignant, was ‘ol Santa Claus.
With a list in his hand, of those naughty and nice,
He checked it not once, but he looked at it twice.
“Why some of you leaders have been foolish I see,
Handing out food stamps and welfare with glee.”
“The country’s in trouble and deeper in debt,”
Some “hmmmphed” at Mr. Claus, but he wasn’t through yet.
“I don’t need a bailout, for me or my elves,
Our workplace is thriving, new toys on our shelves.”
“The elves work with pride; they have a big heart.
And they all have a green card, now that’s a fine start.
Our medical’s sound, a benefit given,
No euthanasia ordered, the old keep on livin’.”
The leaders looked shocked, looked mad, some perplexed,
Not knowing what Santa Claus just might say next.
He scanned the assembly, the people all ears,
“There’s gotta be changes, and they must start right here.”
He pointed to his heart, and then ’round the room,
The chamber as quiet as an occupied tomb.
“Get out to your cities, and t’ towns ‘cross the land,
Represent your fine people; time to give’em a hand.”
“Stop throwing away money, to save Mother Earth,
Get rid of abortion, encourage teen moms to give birth.
And concerning the climate, great day in the morning,
I live way up north, don’t fear global warming.”
Some booed and some hissed, some bowed heads in shame,
He shouted, “Now listen, this isn’t a game.
People are hurting, and they’re boiling with anger,
Go hear their stories, stop being a stranger.”
“Americans don’t want a socialist nation,
The Tea Parties prove their strong aggravation.
Vote no on the health bill, if not wait and see,
I won’t leave a ribbon layin’ under your tree.”
Lawmakers called a special vote on the bill,
It was time to make amends on Capitol Hill.
Blue Dogs and Repubs vetoed with a shout,
No government health bill, no more bailouts.
Santa folded his list, slipping it into his pocket,
Preparing to leave; other plans on his docket.
He smiled and then said, “Thanks for making things right.
I’ll fill up your stockings on Christmas Eve night.”
With a touch of his nose and a whistle pitched high,
He grabbed his large sack and he waved a good-bye.
The reindeer leaped quickly and were soon in the air.
The wind whipping freely through Santa’s white hair.
He called to his reindeer, scampering through the night sky,
Then he called down below, “Be honest…don’t lie.
And for those who find nothing, on Christmas Day morn,
Fear not, and chins up, give a call to ACORN.”
