A Christmas story on the Hill...

'TWAS THE DAY before Christmas and up on the Hill

Some creatures were stirring, still alert for a kill.

Their wallets were hung in their offices with care

In hopes that the lobbyists would soon be there.

The uninsured had frantically leaped from their beds

Wondering how they would pay for their critical meds.

They had visions of McConnell, with DeMint in his lap

And Boehner and Bachmann busily setting a trap.

But out on the lawn there arose such a clatter

That Brownback arose to pray for McConnell's great matter.

Away from the caucus they flew like a flash

Tore open some bags and looked for the cash.

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow

gave the luster of K Street to those in the know.

When what to their wondering eyes should appear

But a gleaming Mercedes with eight powerful gears.

The driver was Palin , who was so lively and quick

I knew in a moment she was up to her old tricks.

More rapid than eagles her idolators they came

She shouted and winked and called them by name:

"Now, Bunning! now, Inhofe! now, Coburn! now, Steele!

it's time for all of us to seriously get real."

"To the top of the of the rostrum, to the top of wall

Now dash away, dash way, dash away all!.....

(Well, folks, it's getting late and you know how the thing ends. But if you want to add a line or two, be my guest. Besides, I don't get paid for this. GA)