The Night Before Christmas in Washington 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the houseSenators were stirring, beginning to grouse;The bribes had been made to the blue dogs with care,In hopes St. Obama soon would be there;The liberals were nestled all snug in their beds,While visions of health care danced in their heads;Harry at the podium, and Max his first mate,Had just settled down for a long night's debate,When out on the street there arose such a clatter,I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snowGave the luster of mid-day to objects below,When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But a black limousine and eight comrades near,With a tall, dark leader who looked like a jock,I knew in a moment it must be Barack.More rapid than eagles his sycophants came,And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;"Now, Emanuel! now, Axelrod! now, Jarrett and Biden!On, Gibbs! on, Sebellius! on, Holder and...(Read Full Post)