A short comment on yesterday's House vote.
Twas the week before Christmas, the House crackled with tension
As Republicans held up a tax cut extension
A plan for two months had been passed by the Senate
But Republican House members voted again’ it
Their decision was awful and gave me much pause
Cause I knew that bad children don’t like Santa Claus
Who will bypass their trees and leave coal in their stockings
So that when they awake the result is quite shocking
So I wondered if Santa would pilot his sleigh
Anywhere where Republican leaders held sway
Concerned about Santa I went out on the fly
To buy toys for my children, so they wouldn’t cry
And on Christmas Eve night, as they slumbered upstairs
I filled up their stockings with chocolate squares
And many nice trinkets and cinnamon rolls
In case Santa came only with anthracite coal
And under the tree I left toys for my tots
A Barbie and Tinker Toys and an X Box
I thought all was well until late in the night
I heard a great noise and came down with a fright
Perhaps my concern had been much overstated
And Santa would come with a haul unabated
Imagine my shock when some burglars in black
Came right down the chimney and started to stack
All the stuffings from stockings and all the nice toys
That I’d purchased for my very good girls and boys
But the reason for stealing the presents grew plainer
When I saw that the burglars were led by John Boehner
“The Koch Brothers’ stockings aren’t filled to the brim
And their six story tree at their castle is grim
They will be so unhappy when on Christmas they see
There are any unfilled spaces under their tree”
As I cowered amazed all my presents were taken
And the stockings were emptied as I sat there quite shaken
All my presents and bobbles up the chimney were shot
Leaving nothing below for my poor sleeping tots
As I sat disappointed I could hear Boehner cry
“On Cantor, on Ryan, on Latta, let’s fly
To the next worker’s home we must move quickly on
Until all of the presents they’ve worked for are gone”
I sat in amazement as John Boehner left
Uncaring about my poor children bereft
I flung open my door and cried out to his crew
“Come the sixth of November, your party is through!”