Thursday, December 24, 2015

Twas the Night Before Christmas

Inspired by Major Henry Livingston Jr. (1748-1828) 
(previously believed to be by Clement Clarke Moore)
Liberally AND Conservatively adapted...

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the country
Not a consensus was found, not even agreement;
The issues were outlined by the pundits with care,
In hopes that St. Freedom soon would be there;

The politicians were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of re-election danced in their heads;
And pappa in his earplugs, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the internet there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the windows I flew like a flash,
Clicked open the laptop and logged in to see.

The emails and videos of the candidates grew
Gave the fact-checkers much work to do,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny hopefuls,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Free.
No more rapid responders were needed,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, DONALD! now, HILARY! now, BERINE and RAND!
To the top of the news! to the top of the polls!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the net
That reason and integrity which gives hope a chance.
As I surfed through to see the options,
Downloading the future, St. Freedom appeared.

S/He was committed to the constitution completely,
And privacy and individuality were not forgotten;
No special interests muddy the agenda,
With fiscal responsibility becoming the way.

S/He spoke not a word, but went straight to work,
And stopped all the violence; and acted with integrity,
And using diplomacy and trust to legislate,
And giving a nation a new opportunity;

And I heard the saint exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,


May 2016 bring us all closer to the Freedom that the Founders envisioned.

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