‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even my spouse.
She had already hung the stockings on the TV,
In hopes that the dog wouldn’t steal the candy.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With computers and cell phones resting under their heads.
My wife and I were blanketed from heads to our feet,
Warm in our bed that was without a top sheet.
When out on the lawn, there was a clatter and clack,
I sprang from my bed carefully, not to injure my back.
Away to the window I ran with a dash,
Tore open the curtains and gave my neighbors a flash.
The moon on my chest and face at window,
Cast a fortunate shadow on the objects below.
When what to my dilating eyes should appear,
But a strange looking man with a purpose unclear.
I had a hard time watching him, since he was lively and quick,
I knew in an instant I was feeling quite sick.
More rapid than eagles my stomach felt doom,
And so I ran quickly towards the bathroom.
Fist came doughnuts, now egg nog, now cake and now pie,
Now Chex mix, now carrots, now Miller Life High.
To the back of the toilet, to the front of the bowl,
Now flush away, flush away, flush away all!
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
That’s how suddenly much better felt I.
So I put on a robe and went downstairs to get some fresh air,
Then closed my eyes in the living room after plopping down in a chair.
And then in a twinkling, from outside the door,
Came a powerful voice I had heard somewhere before.
As I drew in my head and gave a little jump,
Through the front door walked Donald Trump.
He was dressed in a suit that costs more than my car,
And I marveled at the sight of the reality star.
A bundle of presents on his back made him stand quite erect,
And I laughed when I saw him, this president-elect.
His eyes –how they twinkled when he looked at our manger scene,
His cheeks were like roses, his hair a tangerine.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And he quietly muttered “Ho, ho and bigly ho.”
A phone he clenched tight his hands, which were petite,
And as he walked through the room he posted a tweet.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
He picked up a candle and said, “This is smelly!”
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old politician,
And quickly returned my queasy condition.
A wink of his eye and twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know that he was eating our gingerbread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his protocol,
And stacked all our gifts into the shape of a wall.
And then laying a finger aside of his nose,
He sneezed into his hands, then wiped them on bows.
He then walked out the door, and I sat back down in my chair,
Then opened my eyes, wondering if he’d ever really been there.
Why would Trump come to my house? What would bestow him?
I was so confused, I had to add a few lines to this poem,
It could not have been real, it must have been a dream,
But what was the meaning and what was the theme?
Trump had walked into my house, instead of Santa arriving from above,
But I knew Christmas would still fill my family’s home, and many others, with love.
It’s not Santa or Trump or even gifts that fill Christmas with meaning and fun,
It’s simply the idea that Christmas asks us to be good to everyone.
Whether we celebrate with Trump, or family or all by our selves,
It’s up to each of us to make the best of Christmas, not politicians or elves.
Filled with Christmas joy, I went back to bed and pulled my wife near,
And falling asleep, I heard in the distance, “Let’s make Christmas great again! And have a Happy New Year!”
Thanks for reading and Ho Ho Ho,
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