🎄 Christmas morning, White House: President T. was feeling sad at 3 a.m. No butler to deliver his Adderall. Thought he would look out the window to admire the National Christmas tree. Where is it? Then he remembers. Shutdown-no lights. At least Melania, or as he likes to call her Melanie, flew in last night wearing her new coat that says I Do Not Care, Do Yule? He starts to sing-- Here comes Santa Claus. Unless you're seven years old. Still believe? Loser. Then he sees a small gift under their blood red Christmas tree. He opens it and a small tear rolls down his cheek. Or it is his makeup melting? He can't read but assumes it is a copy of Time Magazine with his picture on the cover. All is well in his addled mind. For ordering information on When They Go Low, We Go Haiku, click HERE.
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