When all through the White House
Not a creature was stirring
Aside from a Louse.
The shutdown was hung on the Democrats with care,
In hopes that a border wall soon would be there—
The children were nestled all snug in their cages
Tucked in by border guards not getting their wages.
And all alone in the White House, the Louse cursed his fate
“Why, all that I wanted was to make this land Great!
Yet the Fed raises rates and the Dema won’t play ball
Sometimes I feel it’s not Christmas at all!
Santa is marginal,but Mueller is real
There was nothing like this in The Art of the Deal!
When what to his wond’ring eyes did appear—
But a sealed indictment &much more to fear
Come Pelosi! Come Mueller! Come Nadler! Come Schiff!
& now wave bye bye to that son of a bi*ch
& Mattis exclaimed as strode out of sight
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
And now you can fill in the rest for yourselves
I’m going to bed and I’m all out of elves.