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Twas the night before Christmas and Obama was down His face it was somber like a sad little clown. Recent events of the last month were a blur, Since the whooping received on the second of November. The Tea Party was not nestled all snug in their beds, To the dismay of the all the liberal talking heads. The fight for our country was not quite over The battles ahead, they kept all quite sober. Democrats they'd been tossed in hordes and in droves No unfettered access they had to the fed’s treasure troves. The economy stank and had gotten...

The Night Before Solstice Twas the night before solstice and all through the co-op Not a creature was messing the calm status quo up. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, Dreaming of lentils and warm whole-grain breads. We'd welcomed the winter that day after school By dancing and drumming and burning the Yule, A more meaningful gesture to honor the planet Than buying more trinkets for Mom or Aunt Janet, Or choosing a tree just to murder and stump it And deck it all out like a seasonal strumpet. My spouse and I, having turned down the...