This one dates me, I wrote it in High School. Gas Ration cards. “A visit From Saint Dick” Was the night before Christmas, and all through the house, We shivered and shuddered and so did my mouse, The gas cans were hung by the chimney with care, Hoping the “White House” would answer our prayer, My folks were like corpses, I thought they were dead, Still, visions of Ration Cards danced in our heads, While Trans-World Airlines was feeling the bruise, And grounded their planes for a thirty day snooze, Then out on the lawn such a clatter took place, I jumped out of bed and fell flat on my face, Away towards the window, I ran like a flash, I tore open the curtains and busted the sash, The moon looking down on the new fallen snow, Was laughing because of the havoc below, When what did my half-frozen eyes did I see, But ole “Air Force One” and Saint Trickie Dickie, The thin little driver so sneaky and slick, I knew in a moment it must be Saint Dick, As rapid as penguins his coursers they came, He yelled and he shouted, and called them by name, “Now Irwin and Saxbe and Kissinger too, If you don’t pull faster than you guys are through, To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, These presents are heavy so get on the ball” As dry leaves that pass as the cold winds blow by, He slowly approached, than he winked but an eye, Then up to the roof-top his cabinet flew, With a plane full of cards and the president too, And then in a twinkling I heard from the roof, “These folks are Republicans, don’t let me goof,” I pulled in my head and was turning around, When down through the chimney, he came with a bound, He was wrapped in a quilt from his head to his feet, His nose was all red and was covered with sleet, A sack full of presents he had on his back, He looked like a peddler just opening his pack, His eyes how they sparkled, his dimples how merry, His cheeks were like snow-balls, his nose like a cherry, His eye-brows were frosted, his face all aglow, And the tips of his ears were as white as the snow, He shook daddy’s hand then went straight to his work, Grabbing the sack’s string, he gave it a jerk, He said “My good friends, make this perfectly clear, I’ve come here to help you, there is nothing to fear, I have here six ration cards, that’s two apiece, They’re worth sixty gallons, now ain’t I a peach?” Then putting his finger along side of his nose, While waving goodbye, up the chimney he rose, He got in his plane, to his men gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the dawn of a thistle, And Nixon yelled out as they flew in the breeze, “Merry Christmas to all, and I hope you all freeze”
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 13:51:26 +0000
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