Seasons Greeting from the White House
Happy Holidays as well
Dr Jill and I are hoping
Your December will be swell
Santa will be coming soon
Just hear those jingles ring
As he rides along with presents
In his… you know, the thing
And thanks to John Forbes Kerry
Even naughty kids are rocking
Cause Santa couldn’t get any coal
To put inside their stocking
There’s so much going on
I don’t know where I should begin
So I wrote this happy little rhyme
To fully fill you in
We made a few mistakes this year
But none of them were large
We just vacuumed out the cubby
And we cleaned up the garage
Two wars are raging in the world
We know that war is hell
But I’m happy to report
That we’ve been managing them well
I’ll say this to our hostages,
“Do not give in to fear
I’ll get you home for Christmas
But I’m not sure in which year”
Now go and do your shopping
Get whatever you desire
Cause everyone’s been saying
Bidenomics is on fire
Hunter gave us presents
And they nearly made us faint
Two amazing portraits–
He never told me he could paint!
Now I’m told my poem is finished
And so with no more ado
I’ll wish you Happy Easter
And a Great Thanksgiving too.
