O Holy night just hear those sleigh bells
jinglin', ring ting tinglin' to
the voice of the little guy who
has begun to be heard,
Gloria,
in excelsis Deo.
We’re in a
winter wonderland, a place where writers actually defend the unions
and Golden Parachutes are as poison as Poinsettias.
The little
drummer boy is beating his drums, pa rum pump um pum and
here they
come a-waffling, the
CEO’s of the big banks who took our money to bail them out but won’t
tell us where the money has gone. Deck the halls with boughs of
holly and the heads of the heads of the banking industry. Bah,
humbug to the Scrooges who got bailed out by YOU…but marshmallows
and mistletoe and screw you when you can’t make your mortgage
payments as they couldn’t pay their bills. God rest ye little
bankermen who will foreclose on you quicker than Santa can name his
reindeer.
Joy to the
world, the voices of the meek are beginning to sing. No more silent
night when here she
comes a-Caroline-ing, Miss Kennedy-Schossberg. Hark the herald angel
she sings that she wants to sleigh ride into Hillary Clinton’s
Senate seat. On Donder! On Blixen! And on her Daddy’s back! the daughter of
a president with nothing but a tidy bank account she won’t reveal
and a candy cane of inexperience on which to lean.
We wish you a Merry Christmas
but not a
Senate seat, Sweet Caroline; the days of entitlement are no more.
The way to the Senate is over the river and through the woods of
hard work, not your Uncle Teddy’s sleigh.
Tis the season to be merry and recognize
those who do the real work: On teachers, on plumbers, on linemen and
linewomen, on postal worker, on road crew, on librarian and nurse.
Thank you clerk who helped me pick out the pretty red scarf. And God
rest ye little merry gentleman who carried the horse feed to the
barn for me. I wish you all
tidings of comfort and joy.
Yes,
the weather outside is
frightful but the fire is so delightful, turn-off your computers and
your cell phones; I’ll be home for Christmas is no longer a dream.
Dashing through the snow on a one-horse open sleigh, over the fields
we go, laughing all the way!
Jingle bells the times are changing. Family is important
again, the corporations no longer sacrosanct. Tell me a bedtime
story, Mama and she reads, “The children
were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of sugar-plums
danced in their heads; And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled down for a long winter’s nap...
Here we are as in olden days, happy golden
days of yore. Faithful friends who are dear to us gather near to us
once more. Yes, times are tough and money is tight and the near
and dear to us are out of a job. The lights are turned down low
and the fire may be slowly dying but as long as we love it is
so...we'll take a cup o' kindness yet for auld lang syne.
And wish you a Merry
Christmas, a joyous Chanukah and a Happy New Year. And peace
on earth good will to all as we ride into the wonderland of
Barack Obama. Giddy-up let's go, it's lovely weather for a sleigh
ride together with Ford and Chrysler and GM and AIG and Bear
Stearns and Countrywide and Citigroup
all who wish you a Merry Christmas…
You, the working stiff, the Santa Claus to the elite.
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