‘Twas The Night Before Christmas … at Trump Tower

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land,

Not a leader was stirring, no promises planned.

The stocks were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that dividends soon would be there.

 

Our leader was nestled all snug in his bed,

No vision of poor people danced in his head.

And profits were high, his income so sweet,

Had just settled down for many more tweets.

 

When out in the streets, there arose such a clatter,

He sprang from euphoria to see what was the matter.

Away to the window he flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters, expecting more cash.

 

The moon on the breast of the new-voters’ glow,

Gave the luster of loyalty to subjects below.

When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, full of people in fear.

 

With a little old lady, who smelled like rubble,

He knew in a moment it must be trouble.

More rapid than eagles her patriots came,

And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

 

“Now! Poverty, now! Homeless, now! Blacks, and Whites,

On, Muslims! On, Mexicans! On, Syrians and dikes!

To the top of the tower, to the top of the wall,

We’ve got nothing to lose, nothing at all!”

 

As food stamps that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

So up to the condo-top the poor people flew,

With the sleigh full of hope, and anxiety too.

 

And then in a tweeting, he got from the tower,

Their angst and fear of facing his power.

As the leader drew in, and was turning around,

Down the chimney the bag lady came with a bound.

 

She was dressed all in rags, from to her feet to her neck,

And her clothes were all shreds from leader’s neglect.

A bundle of bills she had flung on her back,

And she looked like a peddler just opening her pack.

 

Her eyes–how they squinted, like coals after fire,

Her cheeks were so hollow, her face frowned in ire.

Her droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And her yellow teeth were like ‘don’t-eat’ snow.

 

The stump of a joint, she held loose in her teeth,

And the smoke it encircled her head like a wreath.

She had a thin face, and from the privation,

It cracked when she smiled, probably starvation.

 

She was angry and angst, a wronged old elf,

But the leader he laughed, in spite of himself!

A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,

Soon gave him to know he had something to dread.

 

She went straight to her work, and ignored all her ills,

And burned all the stocks, and left all her bills.

And leaving her pack – what’s in it who knows?

Then giving a finger, up the chimney she rose!

 

She sprang to her sleigh, with her team still believin’,

And away they all flew, just trying to get even.

And he heard her exclaim, ‘ere she drove out of sight,

Happy greed to ‘The Donald,’ and to all a good-night!

 

 

Merry, Merry to all!

By | 2016-12-21T21:39:07+00:00 December 21st, 2016|Categories: business, politics, social, trumpwatchhome|Tags: , , |7 Comments

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7 Comments

  1. Brenda December 22, 2016 at 8:36 am - Reply

    Excellent! Well done Dave! Merry Christmas

  2. Melinda December 22, 2016 at 10:40 am - Reply

    Extremely clever and poignant. Thank you, Dave!

  3. Steve December 22, 2016 at 11:15 am - Reply

    A new Christmas classic Dave! Nicely done!

  4. leonard H Goodman December 22, 2016 at 1:11 pm - Reply

    DAVID YOUR TALENTS ABOUND. WELL DONE AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS

  5. Diane Levesque December 22, 2016 at 8:38 pm - Reply

    A classic with a sad reality check. Interesting times ahead.

  6. Dee McGee December 23, 2016 at 10:20 am - Reply

    Excellent work David. Lots to think about as usual!
    Merry Christmas and we look forward to your brilliant work in the]
    New Year. All the best.

  7. Frances Smith December 25, 2016 at 2:40 pm - Reply

    Fantastic!! Great reading – as ususal.

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