‘Twas the night before Christmas in the U.S. of A.
And no one had presents ’cause no one could pay.
The stockings were hung despite holes in their sole,
And with gas so expensive we all prayed for coal.
The children were nestled in rough burlap sacks
Since their beds had been sold to pay off our tax, Continue reading
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