Twas the night before Non-specific Holiday celebrated in a politically correct manner and all through the Senate and House,
Not a creature was stirring not even a
Libbo's hopes hung high on rumors that peace in Iraq would magically appear based on nothing but AP articles and that pacifist Iranian leader's street creds,
And the lefties were pacing with visions of impeachment, tax hikes and all of America cowering to terrorists dancing in their heads.
And Teddy the drunk, passed out asleep in his trunk, dreamt of getting off scott free for murder again before the ensuing opening Congressional keynote. But I digress...,
Out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I ran to the window to see what was the matter, for I thought it was Pelosi or Murtha but the man was fatter.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver so wacked out and mean,
I knew in a moment it must be Howard Dean.
So down through the chimney Dean came with a thud.
He was dressed like a politician and looked like a dud.
His clothes were all covered in ashes and soot,
A bundle of the conservative supporters toys on his back he had flung, and he redistributed the wealth starting with the Non-specific Holiday celebrated in a politically correct manner, loot.
His eyes how they twinkled his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses his nose like a cherry (he had obviously been drinking heavily with a Kennedy. Take your pick.).
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the drizzle on his chin was as white as the snow.
Hillary was there too,
That shook when
But soon Deany's team gave a whistle
and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
I heard him exclaim ere he drove out of sight