A Panhandlers Christmas



‘Twas the night before Christmas

And through the Senate and House

The money was flowing

To each Wall Street louse

The hedge fund managers and CEOs

Had told their sad tales of financial woes

Their stories were naughty – not very nice

They told of private jets and gluttonous vice

Meanwhile on Main Street the people were sad

No one could explain why things had gotten so bad

Some said the cause was market speculation

Others said Capitalism was the right explanation

The Shelter was filled – turning people away

No room for Panhandlers on Santa’s sleigh

No room at the inn – No star in the East

While some go hungry – others enjoy the feast

The stockings were hung on the gear shift with care

But would Santa find the family on the snowy road there

Would the family survive the shivering cold

Like the family in Bethlehem, we have been told

On this the silent and holy night

Why did the people have no First Amendment Right

Santa’s elves should create a People’s State

End all war, poverty, and hate

We need compassion, love, and caring

Just a little more kindness and a lot more sharing

A holiday miracle is what we need

If not, we just might have to secede