My Christmas (I mean Holiday) Card poem. Political & Funny.

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This is the xmas card I send out to all my friends and family. Really pisses off the Repugs. I have Dr. Seuss characters adorning card, if that will help you with understanding the theme.




Merry Christmas From:
Mommy and Daddy and Max and Zoe
This is their own true Holiday Story

In one very small town in one very small house
There were two small children, their very
big daddy and his very small spouse.

Now these two kiddies were as cute as could be.
Cute as fluggles to the utmost degree.
Yes, they were adorable, oh yes indeed.
As adorable as a blue snorted bugglebee weed.

But these tykes’ didn’t always behave in quite the right fashion.
Always pleading for more with alarmingly more passion.
They cried for toys and games and a detonating device.
Though they already owned all of that, much of it twice.

They said Christmas should come more often, not just once a year.
Like the migration of the oblong shaped stumblehoofed deer.
We want Santa here yesterday, today, and tomorrow.
These poor children said with oh so much sorrow.

Max and Zoe looked down from their mountain of toys
Of every item ever made for little girls and boys.
Atop the mounds of legos and dolls, boogleduffs and such.
Piled up to their necks in what was never too much.

They cried and they moaned and they moaned and they cried.
They sobbed, reared up, and in unison sighed.
“Can’t we have more, much more than we’ve got?”
“We’re so deprived, please, just one more furry robot.”

So Mommy and Daddy sat down the two scamps.
To tell them of poor children eating with food stamps.
Who are often colder than a bagsnapple in fall.
And who have no toys of their own, no, not even a ball.

They told Zoe and Max what Christmas was really about.
About people sharing and caring, not like a buttergop sneezetrout.
It’s about having 1st Christmases with new gundertoads.
Like Jake and Wyatt and little Marcos.

Christmas isn’t about toys or gratuitous need.
Or dum-dum-dubble-ewes’ wallowing in greed.
That’s just not what Christmas represents.
So start being thankful you mini malcontents.


Then the very big daddy and his very small spouse
In their very small town within their very small house.
Waited and waited for their cute children to pout.
Forever they waited for the adorable imps to shout.

But the shouting and pouting was just not to be.
As the children were overcome with True Christmas Glee.
Max shared with Zoe and Zoe shared with him.
The chances of that happening were once very slim.

They shared with the neighbors, they shared with their friends.
This Christmas the children were making amends.
They wanted less of more, more of less.
It was real Christmas Spirit we’re glad to confess.

Others followed the lead of Zoe and Max.
Pigglies in D.C. even embraced the death tax.
Holiday Cheer was starting to ferment.
The Joy Index was up seventy-five percent.

Noel was flying out of fingers and toeses.
Yuletide exploded from eyes and from noses.
Goodwill burst forth from everyone’s mouth.
Even in the heart of the very Deep South.

The president stopped acting like Samuel L. Jackson.
Always blastin’ poor folks before he got the facts in.
Today he even uttered a complete unmangled sentence.
And his criminal empire paid it’s overdue penance.

Gloobles and Moobles and Doobles stopped fighting.
Quit all the hitting and even the biting.
Sheopledolts woke up from their terrible trance.
And told their naked emperor to put on some pants.

Wars were halted and bullets quit flying.
Soldiers quit wondering why they were dying.
Students got straight A’’s in all of their classes.
In science labs, teachers no longer held Masses.

I know this tale may be too much, too much to fathom.
But it’s not really as hard as you might imagine.
Especially if you happen to be of the sort.
Who believe cowboys come from Kennebunkport.

So what is it we’re trying so hard to say?
What’s the moral of the story we had to relay?
That these two sprites, during the Holiday Seasons.
Help us celebrate Christmases for all the right reasons.