'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land
We hoped Santa Obama would bring fortune in hand.
Small businesses hung stockings by the chimney with care,
In hopes that stimulus funding soon would be there.
With unemployment at 10 percent, we're awake in our beds
While visions of sugar-jobs dance in our heads.
And, lately we wonder if Santa Obama is real
Will he deliver on promises; hold up his end of the deal?
Svelte and skinny we wonder if he still looks the part
For our challenges require much more than a start.
He doled out billions to Fannie and Freddie, to name but a few.
The question remains will the money find you?
He traded cash-for-clunkers and bailed out bankers in need
And did it all in a twinkling with ungovernment-like speed.
He absorbed toxic assets and with the tip of his hat
Printed U.S. money; Ben Bernanke helped with that.
He blew into Washington last winter and staved off disaster, they say
Santa Obama stabilized the economy, avoiding financial disarray.
He reinvigorated spirits and jollied-up friends overseas
Yet, with results missing we're plagued with impatience disease.
Meanwhile fat cat bankers fleece Santa and the Chinese monitor his debt
When will things get better? Likely, not yet.
Even his own elves are deserting, reports a recent poll
Santa Obama's popularity is down and it's taking a toll.
Are we losing ho-ho-hope? Maybe, but still many believe
After all, he has three more years to achieve.
Already the Nobel Peace Prize Committee exalted his lore
And the Salahis crash gates to glimpse the one they adore.
For in 2010, he promises prosperity is on the way
At this high unemployment rate we will surely not stay.
He'll sprinkle jobs with infrastructure, weatherization, and small business loans
The government will purchase hundreds of new Air Force drones.
His workshop is busy; Rahm "Emmanuel" is making lists and checking them twice
Pay czar Ken Feinberg is finding out which CEOs have been naughty or nice.
Bernie Madoff, who made-off with billions, will be getting a lump of coal
And Goldman Sachs, despite doing "God's work," will drop from the dole.
Confidence is faltering; yes, this much is true
But there's no time for bah-humbugs with so much to do.
So to the White House Jobs Summit his reindeer they came
And he gave speeches, and shouted, and called them by name!
Now Biden! Now Geithner! Now, Hillary and Gates!
On, Axelrod! On, Summers! On, Romer and Gibbs!
To the top of the Dow Jones! To the top of the world
After all, Santa Obama is too big to fail.
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the land:
Would Santa Obama bring fortune in hand?
Small business hung stockings by chimneys with care,
In hopes that the stimulus soon would be there.
Unemployme
While visions of sugar-jobs dance in our heads.
We wonder if Santa Obama is real
Will he hold up his end of this far-reachi
Svelte and skinny we wonder does he look the part?
For our challenges need so much more than a start.
For Fannie and Freddie went billions from us.
Do we get any cash? no, we're under the bus.
He gave cash for those clunkers and bankers in need,
Did it all in a twinkling with lightning-
He absorbed toxic assets and, tipping his hat,
Printed federal money; Ben helped him with that.
He blew into D.C., staved off horror, they say,
Helped economy, finance, from much disarray.
He raised up our spirits and those overseas.
Regardless
So when will things get better? Well, likely, not yet.
For his own elves are leaving, reports a new poll.
Down goes Santa's approval; it's taking a toll.
What price ho-ho-hope
For consider, he has three more years to achieve.
The Nobel Peace Prize has exalted his lore,
The Salahis crash gates to glimpse he they adore.
Barack promises plenty is now on the way
At this high unemployme
There'll be weatheriza
The purchase of hundreds of new Air Force drones.
Rahm is making some lists and he's checking them twice.
Feinberg, pay czar, then asks: Who's been naughty or nice?
Madoff, the scammer, gets his lump of coal,
Goldman Sachs, now unsacrosan
Confidence faltering? yes, this is true,
But no time for bah-humbug
To the White House Jobs Summit his reindeer they came
He gave speeches, and shouted, and called them by name!
Now Biden! Now Geithner! No time for a bow,
On, Axelrod, Summers! We have snow to plow!
You have billions and influence? you we will bail,
For Santa Obama is too big to fail.