'Twas the night before Victory, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The MAGA hats were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that our President soon would be there; The patriots were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of helicopters danced in their heads; When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash. Well, what seemed at first to be nothing but strangers, Was President Trump and the Texas Rangers! A wink of his eye and a twist of his head soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, Of hanging the traitors; even Barack the Jerk! He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight— “Merry Christmas, dear Pedes, never give up the fight!”