By Vincent L. Hall
Twas the night before Xmas, round the White House was Noise
Donald Trump hadn’t conceded, still stirring the Proud Boys.
The Filthy Rich were hovering, wondering what Biden might dare,
In hopes that Trump’s tax break would always be theirs.
Poor children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of old school chums danced in their heads.
Mamma in her weave, and Dad in a wave cap,
‘Bout tired of this COVID…Forty weeks of this crap!
When on the White House lawn, there arose such a clatter,
Melania sprang from bed, to make sense of the matter.
Away to the window, she flew like a flash,
Walked around Secret Service, and pulled back the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of MAGA hats circling below.
When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But Mitch McConnell, the Speaker, with his troll-like veneer!
Mitch boasts of his Judgeships, so lively and quick,
But Biden/Harris 2020 will fix that trick.
More rapid than eagles her coursers they came,
The Electors called out Biden and each State by name!
“Now McConnell, now Graham, now, Rubio and Cruz!
You should finally admit this has all been a ruse!
To the Climate Deniers, To the top of Trump’s Wall,
You must dash away! Dash away! Dash away y’all!”
Just as dry leaves flew briskly before Hurricane Laura,
The COVID-19 unemployed, were afraid of tomorrow.
From the Hill to the White House no one seemed to care,
The people need relief, but McConnell just stares!
Just then in a twinkling, there was a herd on the roof,
You could hear the excitement in each little hoof.
As Obama summoned Democrats and was making his rounds,
Down the chimney “Sleepy Joe” came with a bound.
Joe was dressed all in Blue, from his head to his foot,
But his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Executive Orders was flung on his back,
And he looked like an Old Settler, just emptying his pack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! His demeanor was merry!
His cheeks tanned like roses, his foes looked so scary!
His droll little mouth was bereft of a smile,
All the tears of FOUR LONG years, showed up in his eyes!
The stump of a Georgia mail ballot he held firm in his teeth,
As the smoke from an electoral beating burned underneath.
He had the surest grin and the look of a Boss.
Fresh from whipping Trump’s ass, it was a helluva loss!
The Democrats all gleamed for they finally knew
That the dream of restored normalcy was about to come true
They circled the talk shows with glee and pride
They had more than a mandate, their day had arrived!
Pelosi spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all the stockings, over the objections of Republican jerks.
VP Harris was no better, and she didn’t mince words,
“I’m Speaking Vice President Pence, and I will be heard!”
The President sprang to his sleigh, and gave the whole team a whistle,
They had made the right cuts, we don’t need all those missiles!
This Nation was saved and the whole World was cool,
A perfect example of what happens, when you fire a Fool!
Vincent L. Hall is an author, activist, and an award-winning columnist.