Long, long ago
In his tower of gold
The Trump hatched a plan
Both wicked and bold
“I’ll pretend to be Santa!”
Said the Trump with a grin.
“I’ll lie and I’ll cheat!
There’s no way I can’t win!”
And so Trump made promises
He had no plans to keep
“I’ll give you all tax cuts!”
Said the orange-faced creep
Then, once he was Santa
He worked toward the ends
Of stealing tax dollars
For himself and his friends
With the help of his henchmen
Like Paul Ryan and Mitch
The tax scam was written
To give more to the rich
The middle class cried,
“But you promised us all!”
“Don’t blame me,” said the Trump.
“My heart’s way too small.”
“Don’t worry,” laughed the Trump
“When we’ve had our fill,
We’ll leave you the scraps!
I promise we will!”
So yes, Trump stole Christmas
But this story’s not done
Because if we all fight back
We’ve already won