Peace on earth and an election for Canadians.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the barrel fire with care,
In hopes that St. #### Trudeau soon would be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of the food bank danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down in our tent for a long winter's nap,
When out in the homeless camp there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the tent to see what was the matter.
Away from the flap I flew like a flash,
Tore open the zipper and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a private jet, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a prick of a driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. ####
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called misogynist names;
"Now, FREELAND! now, SINGH! now, BLAIR and GERRETSEN!
On, JOLY! on GUILBEAULT! on, DAMOFF and BUTTS!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Run with Canadians cash! Run away with it all!"
F*** Trudeau!