‘Twas the night before liberal Christmas, and all ‘cross the land,
The mood on the left was somber, their rhetoric quite bland.
Children they huddled in town squares with hands out,
The Occupy protestors beat cops and did shout.
Few were still listening to their rants and their cries,
But shout them they would, and promote their Big Lies.
While I was all snuggled, tightly wrapped up in my bed,
I really couldn’t care less of the things that they said.
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