🎄 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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Seems that Trump has, indeed, kept a promise: He's single-handedly saved the coal industry. Yep. According to my sources in the North Pole, the coal industry cannot keep up with Santa's needs for coal this year to deliver to all of the #MAGA halfwits, GOP quislings, and white nationalist stooges on the Naughty List this year!
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