Twas the Night before a 99er’s Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; So why was it so quiet? I’ll tell you, I know, The house was repoed some six months ago;

There was no stocking, no tree, no hope, not a care, Which makes perfect good sense as there was nobody there; The kids were long gone; it was as if they were dead, You see CPS took them because of something I said.

Mama in her long johns and I just a cap, Had lain down in our tent for a long winter’s nap; When out in the park there arose such a clatter, I jumped to my knees and said, “Now what’s the matter?”

Out of my sleeping bag I flew like a flash, Tore open the tent flap and threw up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Brought tears to my eyes, God damn it was cold,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a brand new limousine being guarded by queers, And out stepped a man looking sneaky and slick, I said to myself, this can’t be Saint Nick.

More rapid than eagles his lapdogs they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name; Now, Dasher!  Now, Dashell!  Now, Peloski you vixen! On O’Connell!  On, Reid!  On, Boehner now listen!

To Capitol Hill, to Congressional Hall, Now slash away slash away slash away all. As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, Ignore the 99ers and leave them to die,

So up to the podium like coursers they flew, shouting, Down with the poor and the kind-of-poor too. And all through the masses there was but one little cry, Can’t you people see that it’s all one big lie?

As I drew in my head and was turning around, He slipped in behind me without making a sound. He was dressed all in fur from his head to his toe, Like a pimp from Chicago in an old TV show.

A razor sharp stiletto, he held in his hand I said, You can’t come in! He said, Oh yes I can. His eyes, how they shifted as he whispered, I’m BarryI’m here for your tent, now ain’t Christmas merry?

His ears were drawn ‘round his head and tied in a bow, Where did this guy come from, does anyone know? An afghan hash pipe, he held tight in his teeth, And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.

He rummaged my tent as he exclaimed, I’m not greedy, You just don’t understand, the rich are the needy. A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, I knew not to believe a single word that he said.

He made not a sound as he continued his work. I said, Go right ahead, and then turned with a jerk, I snuck a peak in his bag which was supposed to contain hope, When I seen what it held I felt like a dope.

The dirty, sneaky son of a bitch, Had a bag full of tax cuts, for all of the rich. With my possessions under his arms and the lie in his sack, He said, I’ll bid you farewell until I come back.

With a smile on his face he put some coke up his nose, And with a skip in his step up the plane ramp he rose. I heard him exclaim as he flew out of site, I’ll screw you more tomorrow, I’m done screwing tonight.

Merry Christmas 99ers!!

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  1. Great Henry — Awesome. I wish there was some way we could get this in the news today or tomorrow. Every single word of truth. It is with a heavy heart that I do my work this morning. I had a horrible night as I can feel the pain of my brothers and sisters. How could a decent, compassionate, christian person leave Congress to go home and celebrate Christmas with their families, while so many 99ers are hungry and left out in the cold. It’s just not possible, these people cannot be human. There is not one person in Congress that gives a shit what is happening to the 99ers. They may have mentioned the word a few times but that was it. NO ONE CARES. I want everyone out there to know that I CARE and I am looking forward to the day when I can prove it. I want everyone to know also that the people in Congress who mentioned the word 99ers, did it for selfish reasons. They never intended to try and help the 99ers. What will all these 99ers tell their children on Christmas morning? I know it doesn’t mean much but I want to wish everyone who visits this site a Merry Christmas. Also, I ask for your prayers to give the 99ers strength to make it through these holidays. Merry Christmas Henry and thanks for all you do for the 99ers.

    1. Barbara, You must stop despairing so much. Any energy expelled fretting over a situation is energy waisted. Wars, like the one we are involved in, often take a long time to see concluded. Management of energy and resources is crucial to victory. You are a kind and caring person so I know it is hard to just turn the emotion off. But if you can train your mind to do so, you are actually helping those you care about more in the long run.
      God bless you and Merry Christmas.
      Your friend, Henry

      1. I’m working on it Henry. I have never been able to line my heart up with my head. I know it doesn’t do any good for anyone, in fact it probably hurts only me, but it’s hard to change the way you have been your entire life. Thanks for being my friend and God bless you.

  2. Barbara, Henry, and Mark, Merry Christmas to you and your families ! I know this won’t be the merriest Christmas this year, but my boy and I are going to try to make the best of it. I hope you all can , too. God bless you all, Sam and Bradley.

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