‘Twas the night after Christmas, and all through the nation,
The peeps they were crying ’bout too much inflation.
The presents were opened, the bills not yet due,
So why were the peeps all feeling so blue?
The fears that were nestled so deep in their heads,
Had been put there by leftists who peddle such dread.
They’d gotten to mamas and papas and more,
Making the lot of them think they were poor.
To cut through it all came a Trumpian clatter,
The great man was noting it’s truth that does matter.
He posted this truth on his social creation,
Telling us all this still’s a great nation.
The prospect of tax cuts and other rewards,
Would push back the gloom in all of our wards.
His message was strong, a clarion call,
Uplifting the mood and the purse of us all.
He arrived in the beast, it was drawn by a crew,
And he shouted their names till their ears turned quite blue.
Now, Hakeem! Now, Nancy! Now, Schiff and Swalwell!
On, Jazzy and AOC, just all go to hell!
To the far, far left, let you socialists go,
And bury your heads quite deep in the snow.
And I heard the bells ring with deafening clanks,
To note that tax refunds had arrived in the banks.
Trump’s eyes, how they twinkled at the sound of the money,
And he brushed back his hair, ’twas the color of honey.
Trump spoke of the cash with little timidity,
He was talking his language of increased liquidity.
His suit was quite dark and his tie it was cherry,
He was an odd sight, this cash-giving fairy.
But we all knew there was nothing to fear,
It truly would be a happy new year.
His work now completed, Trump readied to go,
Leaving behind all that stimulus dough.
They sprang up from nowhere, his security team,
And spirited him off; it was just like a dream.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he whisked out of sight,
MAGA Christmas to all, not just those on the right.
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