'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the White House,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Joe's border policy would not create a scare.
Hunter was nestled all snug in his bed;
While visions of hookers danced in his head;
And Jill in her 'kerchief, and Joe in his cap,
The President remained in a continuous nap.
When out on the South Lawn there arose such a clatter,
Joe sprang from his bed to see what was the matter;
Away to the window he flew in a flash,
Jumping over a box of Hunter's drug stash.
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
Gave the luster of illegals with nowhere to go;
When what to Joe's wondering eyes did appear,
But the Fox News hosts he had come to fear.
With all the hosts so lively and quick,
Joe knew the Dems no longer wanted him as their pick;
More rapid than spreading the lies they all came,
And Joe whistled, and shouted and called them by name.
Now Doocy, now Waters, now Ingraham - and Hannity,
They bashed the President calling his policies total insanity;
To the top of the porch! To the top of the White House Wall,
So up at the White House questions they flew,
With the border crisis looming Joe didn't know what to do;
And then, in a twinkling, I heard Joe say;
"We'll open the border and hire migrants by the day.
Joe dressed to impress from his head to his feet,
And his blunders gave the media many reasons to tweet;
A bundle of bills he hoped Republicans backed,
But he knew their support is what he lacked.
Joe's eyes - how they twinkled! Hidden behind his aviator sunglasses,
He wished he had the strength to kick some Republican asses;
Joe's droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the hair on his head was as white as the snow.
He was lean and tall, a right jolly old elf,
And Joe continued to lie, in spite of himself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head;
Soon let reporters know he wasn't actually dead.
Joe spoke many words, and went straight to his work,
The MAGA supporters laughed and thought he was a jerk.
And making the gestures that he was all done,
Fox News reporters continued making fun.
Joe sprang to his feet to his team gave a whistle,
Ignoring his age made his party just bristle.
But I heard him exclaim as he jogged out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to hell with the right!