‘Twas the day before the night before Christmas,

And up in D.C.,

Not a Congresscritter was stirring,

They all had to flee.

After 2 years in session,

Americans would like to forget,

They doubled-down on tone-deafness,

Like Beethoven writing a minuet.

From Obamacare to Bailouts,

From Porkulous to Ft. Hood,

They paid us no attention,

It was for our own good.

So, how did this happen?

From whence did this start?

It seems like a bad dream,

Like Christmas traffic at Walmart.

While we were sleeping,

Our country was sold,

Idiots elected Obama,

Like Alinsky, he was bold.

He came in on a promise,

Of needed hope and change.

Americans bought this malarkey,

Thus began the Regime’s reign.

The Sleeping Giant woke up,

The Tea Parties were formed,

They stood up for our freedom,

And Townhalls were stormed.

Rallies were held,

Americans spoke out,

Obama got angry,

And started to pout.

The Midterms got here,

Americans did vote,

The results were historic,

Shocked Libs took note.

“Let’s act like nothing happened!”

Obama said with a grin.

“We’ll ignore this mandate,

That way we’ll still win.”

A strategy was formed,

And a plan was set.

They said, “Up yours, America!

We ain’t done, yet!”

“Pass this bill!  Pass that bill!

Pass all that you can.

Our time here is short.

We must finish our scam.”

From Zadroga to START,

And Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell,

All these got passed,

The Public, go to…, well…

They added Food Safety,

An unnecessary bill,

Like wearing pink camouflage,

While storming a hill.

So, now they are gone,

Like thieves in the night,

Having damaged our country,

Convinced they were right.

Leave Grayson, Leave Harry,

Leave Steny and Mitch.

Flee Weiner, Flee Lindsey,

Run Nancy, you witch.

Run, all you cowards,

Your damage is done.

The deficit expanded,

We know you had fun.

But, with a New Year comes hope,

For good men and true,

Founded this country,

Not losers like you.

Our Free Republic remains,

Freedom’s bells still ring,

America will survive,

Of Thee I Sing.

Your ideology has failed,

Every place it has been.

Your cowardice failed epically,

Gaining not gold, but tin.

So, this Congress is over,

And America is glad.

On Santa’s Naughty or Nice List,

You’ve been marked down as BAD.

**Based upon the poem by Clement Clarke Moore, with my humble apologies.**