T’was the night before Christmas. A Visit from the President on Christmas Eve.

Written by Anon

A visit from the President 2020

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the nation

Patriots were waiting in anticipation,

The nooses were dangling in a row one by one

In hopes that justice soon would be done,

The deep state was hiding in basements with fear

hearing the footsteps of guardsmen so near,

I sat alone in my big comfy chair

with my rifle nearby, always readied with care,

When all of a sudden a loud roaring sound

Made me jump to my feet and rack the first round,

The rumble was so strong the house nearly shook

I crept to the window to get a good look,

The moonlight was pale but shed just enough light

to highlight the scene ouside at midnight,

When, what to my widening eyes should report

But a large APC, with a mighty escort,

With a tall, strong figure leading them on

I knew it at once, this must be the Don.

Like a flight of bald eagles, his soldiers they came

And he gestured and shouted and called them by name,

Now Rogers, Now Flynn, Now Powell and Wood,

On Rudy, On Jenna, All soldiers of good,

From the Swamp in DC, to the south Cali border

Find them and chase them to end the disorder,

Like a great roaring lion ready to fight

when meeting an obstacle chased it from sight,

Through street and alley like a great pride

they stalked and they hunted the whole countryside,

And then with an order he stopped the advance

something had just caught his eye with a glance,

In my front yard was the large MAGA sign

His gaze cast upon it, for a moment did shine,

I shouldered my weapon and opened the door

I stood on the porch and waved to the corps,

The Don from his great APC did alight

His great glowing presence lit up the night,

His eyes how they focused, his mane had such luster

his kindness and spirit showed through all his bluster,

His business like countenance dropped from its place

and a warm, happy smile covered his face,

Nothing at all like the fake news did slander

this warmhearted man possessed genuine candor,

He reached out and touched the yard sign with one hand

and for a few moments of silence did stand,

Our message was clear, the people are with you

We will not stand for this traitorous coup,

He gave me a glance and a sly little grin

I knew at that moment together we’d win,

He said not a word and turned back to his work

Time was so short, no more time to lurk,

And pointing his thumb straight up in the air

The signal was given for a moment of prayer,

He mounted and signaled his team to proceed

So many souls have yet to be freed,

But I heard him exclaim as he charged out of sight

Merry Christmas to all, have faith, and sleep tight.

By Radiopatriot

Retired Talk Radio Host, Retired TV reporter/anchor, Retired Aerospace Public Relations Mgr, Retired Newspaper Columnist, Political Activist Twitter.com/RadioPatriot * Telegram/Radiopatriot * Telegram/Andrea Shea King Gettr/radiopatriot * TRUTHsocial/Radiopatriot

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