The night before a jobless Christmas

It was a jobless Christmas,
throughout our American house.
Many people are suffering,
while politicians play mouse.

Unemployment is high,
jobless benefits run out.
"Tough luck," said our leaders,
as invective they spout.

The workers now fear,
new taxes will crush.
"Don't bother me," say our leaders,
to the airports they rush.

It was the night before Christmas,
and all through the House,
not a creature was stirring,
the Speaker played mouse.

"You fix it," said Boehner
to the man down the street.
"I'm outta here now,
this thing has me beat."

"Not me," said Obama,
"I'm off to the links."
"I am a man of greatness,
but my opponent stinks."

"Aloha, drink eggnog, sing carols,"
said hope and change.
"You fix it, Harry,
This is out of my range."

It was the night before Christmas,
and all through this town,
not a creature was stirring,
our leaders played clown.

The jobless are hurting,
the workers are worried.
But it is holiday time,
and our leaders have scurried.

Big talk, brave words,
so much work to do.
Another night before Christmas,
our leaders didn't come through.

Merry Christmas to left,
Merry Christmas to right.
But the nation needs better
than leaders so slight.


♪ ♫ Have a holly, jobless Christmas ... ♫ ♪