Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night

TT’was the night before Christmas and all ‘cross the nation

We awaited dear Santa with much expectation.

But as we wrapped up our parcels and festooned the tree

A bad time for some we didn’t foresee.

For far in the north in a comfortable nook

That gentle old elf perused his great book.

With columns denoting both naughty and nice

He checked the long list not just once but, yes, twice.

His finger ran down until it came to a

Trump, Donald it read, “Oh my. Oh dear me!

Taking health care from some, that’s really so cruel.

For him it’s a lump of his preferred fossil fuel.”

Close to Trump he found Trudeau, a Justin by name,

Another involved in the political game.

“A bit of a peacock too fond of a pose. He’ll awake Christmas morn with a wart on his nose.”

And so it went as he scanned the long list

Ensuring that none, good or bad, should be missed.

Through the cold winter night in the dim-lighted den

He scratched at the list with his goose feather pen.

Under P he found Putin who invaded Ukraine

“That’s something that he could never explain,

So for Vlad it’s a Christmas day pain in his tummy

And none of the borscht that’s always so yummy.”

For actors and producers who abused their position

He shed not a tear nor excused their condition

But with a stroke of his pen and the wink of an eye

Made sure that he and his deer would pass by.

Under C he found Couillard, Philippe, Premier

Who turned to the Anglos, again, a deaf ear.

“I think another poll showing votes disappearing

Would really do wonders to fix Philippe’s hearing.”

Through the long winter night he amended the list

Ensuring not any bad deed would be missed.

And when the sun rose and he’d finished his work

He looked at the book with a bit of a smirk.

“Tonight when I ride with my deer ‘cross the sky

The trip should be shorter as I pass them all by.

But to the kind and the loving who fight the good fight,

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.”