12/25/2014, 12:10 am

Twas the Night Before Marxmus when all through the House
Did sneak SantObama as quiet as a mouse
Our money in safes we had locked with great care
In hopes SantObama could not get in there.
But then on the roof there arose such a clatter
Outside I did run to see what was the matter.
Twas then on my rooftop I spied SantObama
Departing my chimney with fists full of dollars.
And then as he dashed 'cross the roof t'ward his sleigh
I heard him say "Redistribution is great."
SantObama comes down your chimney, takes your money, climbs back up the chimney and flies away in his sleigh.
--KOOK



