With apologies to Clement Clarke Moore, here is my version of “Twas the Night Before Impeachment.”
‘Twas the night before impeachment, when all through the House
A creature was stirring, far worse than a mouse.
The articles were written, lies pulled from the air
In hopes that the people just wouldn’t care.
The Dems were all nestled, snug in their beds
While visions of Trump’s departure danced in their heads.
Schiff was still scurrying, trying to avoid the rap,
While Nadler had settled in for a long winter nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
That Nancy awoke to see what was the matter.
She ran to the window, pulled back the sash
Schiff and Nadler joined her, hoping for cash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the impression of midday to objects below.
And what to Nancy’s eye did appear?
A miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
With a little old driver, lively and quick,
She knew for sure it had to be old St. Nick.
He stopped the sleigh, right on the snow
And stood there just beneath her window.
She opened it and he called to her by name,
“Nancy,” he said, “Why play this game?
Impeachment of Trump is wrong, not great.
You should know, never having hate.”
Nancy gulped, and Schiff and Nadler wore a frown.
They knew for sure what was about to go down.
“The American people are what’s important here
And Trump’s doing great things, he’s without peer.
More jobs are out there than ever before
And people have money to spend at the store.
America’s making a comeback, that’s easy to see
Greatness is back in the land of the free.
Trump’s fought hard to the swamp to drain
And it hasn’t been without any pain.
He’s getting it done, one step at a time,
So, end this fiasco, there is no crime.
Give the American people a gift,
End this charade headed by Schiff.”
He then smiled and climbed back on his sleigh,
He called to his reindeer and they flew away.
Nancy watched as he exclaimed to the night,
“President Trump, don’t give up the fight.”
