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The Night Before Christmas Bill Clinton Style
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(And keep my handle at the end!) May God help us all in the
coming weeks!
'Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through Bagdad
The people were screaming,
and running like mad;
The missiles were flung by the dozens with care,
In hope that Saddam would be running in fear;
The children were nestled all snug in their graves,
While visions of bombs on CNN raves;
And Mamma in her veil and I in my turban,
Had just settled our brains for a long Ramadan;
When out in the fields there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of bautiful sand,
Gave the luster of midday to objects at hand;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But big airforce planes and buttkissers dear,
And the little old driver must have taken a pill,
I knew in a moment it must be Bill.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And whistled and shouted and called them by name:
"Now Gore! now Blair!
now Butler and Lockhart!
On Ritter! on Albright!
on Cohen and Shelton!
To the top of the porch!
to the top of the wall!
Now blow away! blow away!
blow away all!"
As dry leaves that before
the wild hurricane fly
When they meet with an obstacle,
mount to the sky,
So up to the house-top
the tomahawks flew,
With belly full of rage,
and Bill's fury too.
And then in a instant, I heard on the roof
The step of one foot
and of one little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Bill Clinton
came with a bound.
He was dressed all in red, from his top to his base,
And clothes that were tarnished with blood and disgrace;
A bundle of weapons he had flung on his back,
And looked like a prowler, and a gat he would pack.
His eyes - how they twinkeled!
his dimples - how merry
His cheeks were like roses,
his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth
was drawn up like a bow,
And the horns on his forehead
were emmitting a glow;
The stump of a leg
he held tite in his teeth,
And the blood it covered
his chin like a sheath;
He had a broad face and a round little belly,
That shook when he laughed,
like a bowlful of jelly
He was chubby and plump - one of nature's errors -
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of my terrors.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I soon would be dead.
He spoke not a word,
but went straight to his work,
And filled me with lead; then turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger inside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his plane,
to his team gave an order,
And away they all flew
from the scene of the murder.
But I heard him exclaim,
ere he drove out of site,
"Happy Christmas to all,
and to all a good night!"
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