‘Twas the night before Christmas, and throughout the realm,
It seemed there was no one, in charge at the helm.
The stockings were hung, the tree was alight,
While all of DC, seemed unaware of our plight.

The children were nestled, in bed for the night,
While the politicians settled in, to keep up the fight
The population be damned, was the rallying cry,
It’s more important to us, that we bleed ‘em all dry!

And ma in her ‘kerchief, she thought it was strange,
That I just kept waiting, for some “hope” and some “change.”
And I in my cap, I had just settled down,
To greet the New Year with a bit of a frown.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
“It’s those Mid-term elections,” I thought with a grin,
“Finally some change, as promised with that win!”
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of mid-day to objects below.
“Fiscal reform,” would appear as assured,
But of course once again, they didn’t keep their word.

Now what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.
I thought to myself, “Could it just be the Elves?”
“I hope it’s not Congress, with Bailout Number Twelve!”

But there’s a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be a trick.
Nothing in Washington, moves at that pace,
Even when our credit rating, they’re about to erase!

Now come all of Congress! Come and print lots more cash!
And add it to the trillions, already in the trash.
Now dash away Congress! Dash away all!
And leave it for the taxpayers, to come take the fall.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
It’s the Super Committee!  Now that’s what we need!
A group of the best, above all the greed!

Their eyes - how they twinkle! Their dimples - how merry!
They’ll solve this dilemma, no need to be wary!
No infantile bickering, and no childish rants,
No hidden agendas, and no partisan slants.

A wink of their eyes and a twist of each head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
They’ll talk and they’ll haggle, and they’ll cut out the waste
They’ll trim all the fat, and they’ll do it with haste!

But that didn’t work, I guess I was naïve
They quickly gave up, and decided to leave.
And laying their fingers aside of their nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney they rose!

And so here we are, just you and just me
To fend for ourselves, once again don’t you see.
Congress has left us, they’re back in their sleigh,
They’re back in their sandboxes, back to their play.

So let’s pick ourselves up, and dust ourselves off
And show them again that we don’t need their trough.
We’ll do it without ‘em, through effort and drive,
We’ll turn this around, we’ll survive – no, we’ll thrive!

So as the politicians all leave us, and crawl off in the night,
As they slither away, afraid of what’s right,
Let them hear us exclaim, when the New Year’s in sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and we’ll all be all right!”