Thread by @chrisgeidner

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the White House,
Trump was stirring all alone (poor him), joined by not even a mouse.
The tweets were sent by the president with speed,
Without concern about spelling, or grammar, or need.

The cabinet secretaries were worried as they went to their beds;
While visions of vacancies danced in their heads.

And Melania in her 'kerchief, and POTUS in his cap,
Had just settled down to make calls for NORAD,
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter —
Trump sat in his chair, he didn’t even appear to notice.

... A glare in his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had so much to dread;
He spoke so many words, did so little work.
He began calling the children; he was kind of a jerk.
Laying his fingers all over the phone,
And giving a nod — (This will make you moan.)

— He wished the child Merry Christmas, asked if all was cool,
Asked how old he was, and if he was doing well in school.
But I heard him exclaim, ere I let him fall out of sight—
“Are you still a believer in Santa Claus? Because at 7 it's marginal, right?”