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Scoot: Twas the Night Before Christmas (and after the election)

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when after the election,
Many were stirring, over Hillary’s rejection,
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
And many were excited Trump soon would be there;

His children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of power danced in their heads; 
And Melania in her teddy and Trump in his cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap,

When out in the land there arose such a clatter,
Trump sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window he flew in a flash, 
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to protesters below,
When, what to Trump’s wondering eyes should appear,
But Bill and Hillary, in their eyes was a tear,

With the media and questions, so lively and quick,
Trump knew they were liberal suddenly felt sick,
More rapid than eagles the questions they came,
And Trump answered, and shouted, and said networks by name, 

Now, CBS!  Now, ABC!  Now, MSNBC and even Fox News,
I use Twitter to reach people - to hell with you and your crews,
At the top of government is where I stand tall,
Now dash away!  Dash away!  To hell with you all! 

He was dressed in a suit, from his head to his feet,
And the clothes were impeccable of that he would tweet, 
A bundle of plans he had to bring America back,
Trump was going to Washington and was ready to pack,

His eyes – how they twinkled!  His hands they were small!
His cheeks were all orange, his face shaped like a ball,
His droll little mouth attacked each foe,
And the hair on his head was as white as the snow;

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
But he didn’t laugh or ever make fun of himself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, 
Soon gave us to know we had plenty to dread; 
He spoke many words, and went straight to his work, 
And thought about that big new plane – oh, what a perk,
And pointing his finger at those who oppose,
Trump hoped the future had polls where he rose, 
He sprang to his motorcade, to his transition team gave a whistle, 
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight, 
To Make America Great Again, I’ll need more than just the “right!”

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12/23/2016 12:35PM
Scoot: Twas the Night Before Christmas (and after the election)
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12/26/2016 5:47AM
Doc Gibbs
Very well done.
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