not much was happening, what was next planned?
The stockings were placed haphazardly, despair
Hoping St Nicholas would PLEASE bring us cheer
The children still masked, lay in their bed
while visions of freedom danced in their head
Mama had her vodka and I a night cap
Couldn't settle our brains we had already napped
Suddenly outside there arose such a clatter
I racked a shell and went to check on the matter
As I crept to the window, no, not in a flash
I moved the curtains and peeked past the sash
The moon on the piles of dirty plowed snow
enhanced the dystopian look we all know
My eyes fixed and widened with joy not fear
There was Santa, his sleigh and of course eight reindeer
The decked out driver was lively and quick
With his guns and his ammo holy shit St Nick?!?
He whistled and shouted and called out some names
F**k Clinton, F**k Cuomo, F**k Pelosi, F**k Schiff
F**k Harris and Biden and all the lefty shits!
“Now lock away, lock away, lock away all!”
I rubbed my eyes and refocused my stare
The perps, In a cell, they were all right there
Santa's eyes twinkled the reindeer stood tight
Oh my God I thought, what an amazing sight
He continued out loud, listing tricks used to suppress,
“No more masks, No more lockdowns, you will have redress!”
“Quarantine ends,all the shops will now open!”
“No more stolen elections, Santa has spoken!”
Shocked at the vision, I had to kneel on the floor
When suddenly there was a loud knock at the door
There he stood in his tac from his hat to his boots
I exclaimed kiddingly “Santa!, please don't shoot!”
His eyes they twinkled and his smile was merry
He said “Please fill my flask?”, “The missus only had sherry”
Of course he came in and I was shaking his hand
Then I grabbed the whiskey and heard the plan
He was gathering the criminals this Holy Eve
they were going to Gitmo,never to leave.
As fast as it started it ended right there
He was gone in an instant I know not where.
The Sun, in the morning , broke over cloud banks
and streamed through my window, I muttered “thanks”.
I cracked my eyes and thought "was it all in my head?"
"That's it no more fruitcake and whiskey then bed."
I slogged to the bath, fed and petted the cat
for an instant it seemed like he smiled at that
Making some coffee, I turned to the tree
There was a large box of ammo sitting right there for me
The note said “Thanks for the whiskey, hang tight”
“Good things are happening just out of sight”
I again rubbed my eyes, "there's no way this can be real"
Grabbing my coffee I let out an elated schoolgirl squeal
At the computer I wondered "What would the news reveal?"
Sure as shit, everything, all of it, was real
The world was abuzz with breaking headlines
Arrests were ongoing in these “Hopeful of Times”.
The future's uncertain, for eons It's been
We can only have hope that the right side will win
Regardless the outcome, as time marches us there
For now I can wish you:
"Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!!"
republished with kind permission
https://theferalirishman.blogspot.com/2020/12/twas-night-before-christmas-retelling.html
images chosen by Monty
