Ah, here I go again. What the hey: it’s Christmas!
A Visit From….
A 2021 Winter’s Tale (of sorts)
Twas the night before Christmas and the vice president
Was falling asleep in her snug residence.
The sherry was poured, the cookies on a plate;
The presents all wrapped, the fire in the grate.
In D.C., the senators, all snug in their beds
While dreams of re-election danced in their heads;
And Joe and Jill Biden had just settled down
To dream of equality for black and for brown
When out on the roof there arose such a clatter
Kamala went out to see what was the matter.
Away to the window she flew like a flash;
Threw up the shutters and lifted the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Was darkened by a figure which made her sigh “no!”
Then what to her wondering eyes should appear
But a huge big-ass sleigh and some massive reindeer
With a fat orange driver, so blustering and plump
She knew in a moment it could only be Trump.
More rapid than overturning Roe/Wade they came;
He dog-whistled and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Kevin! Now Lauren! Now Greg and Ron!
On, Paul and Mitch! Marjorie you bitch! On, Rudy, on!
To the top of the porch! Let's build us that wall!
Now dash away, dash away, let them feel my gall!”
As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly
When they meet with an obstacle, he would just cry;
So up to house-top the coursers they flew
And Trump yelled “Is anyone here black or Jew?”
Then in a twinkling she heard on the roof
“The election was stolen but I have no proof!”
As she drew in her head and was turning around
He bellowed “By law I won't be bound!”
He staggered in the window, a big sack on his back
As purple as if he would have a heart attack.
His eyes how they narrowed, his lip it did quiver;
Tears started to flow from his eyes like a river.
“It's not fair!” he wailed. “Christmas is cancelled!
I'll make sure this country grinds to a standstill!”
His tight nasty mouth was drawn down in a scowl;
So sweaty his face that he needed a towel.
And the hue of his skin was so very unhealthy
As he raged how unfair it was on the wealthy.
“The Lefties and Liberals,” he declared in a groan
“Have taken the place that I wanted for home.
All I wanted was to be president for life
And the First Lady role for my beautiful wife.
I won without question, they say I'm just sore
But what did I go pack SCOTUS for
If they won't do my bidding, these judges with wills?
Too free for my liking, and their legal skills
To defeat all my cases, throw out all my rants
They really have led me a most merry dance!”
Kamala watched him, he cared just for himself;
And she knew this old white man was far beyond help.
Then a glint of his eye and a twist of his head
Showed her that he had seen her; her heart filled with dread.
“You're not even,” he snapped, “from this country so fine!
Your parents are not the same colour as mine.
Why did they vote for you? What is it you've got
That made you the winner, you should all be shot!”
But she didn't answer, for she knew he was beaten;
And she wondered how many mince pies he had eaten?
Then he shuffled to his sleigh and he gave a load roar
Said “I will be President, you'll see, once more!”
But she heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight
“Merry Christmas to all, as long as you're white!”