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DC's Night Before Christmas
With Christmas mere hours away, I've been thinking a lot about what we've been subjected to the last month.
By Nicholas Tuths
With Christmas mere hours away, I've been thinking a lot about what we've been subjected to the last month. Threats, stalling, fear-mongering, rumors of deals, offers, counter offers, and more - have been whirring around our heads... and yet we've nothing to show for it. And after all that, Congress packed it's bags and went home for the holidays. Where's the Christmas cheer? Where's the joyfulness?
Where's my winter whimsy, damnit?
So instead of waiting for the President and Congress to do the right thing, I went ahead and dreamt it up for them... After all, the night before Christmas is supposed to be most magical of all, right?
* * *
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
The hopes of Plan B, had been thoroughly doused...
It would have only raised taxes, on the most richest and rare,
But for Tea Party congressmen, it was too much to bear...
Now Congress is home. And we're snug in our beds,
As visions of Grand Bargains dance through our heads.
When out in the capitol, there arose such a clatter,
As Democrats and Republicans realized what matters.
Away to the TV, I flew like a flash,
Hitting the channels for cable news on my remote as I mashed.
The lights as they shined on the congressional aisles,
shined with the lustre of a John Boehner smile...
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But the Speaker and President, spreading good cheer.
I looked to the podium, and noticed the seal...
And new in a moment that there must be a deal!
They came to the mic, holding hands without shame,