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    Twas the night before Christmas for freedom loving farmers

    Sent to me by a buddy from University
    days.
    Merry Christmas to all and hope you
    have a happy and prosperous New
    Years.


    Twas the night before Christmas...
    Harper led the house
    Only Liberals were whinning, meek as
    a mouse.
    The directors were smug and without
    care.
    In hopes that the monopoly would
    remain there.

    The farmers were nestled all snug in
    their beds,
    While visions of durum contracts
    danced in their heads.
    Mamma in her ‘kerchief and I in my
    cap,
    Had just settled our brains for a
    long winter’s nap.

    When out on the lawn there arose such
    a clatter,
    I sprang from the bed to see what was
    the matter.
    Away to the window I flew like cash,
    Tore open the shutters and threw up
    the sash.

    The moon on the breast of the new-
    fallen snow
    Gave the lustre of mid-day to the
    objects below.
    A miniature sleigh and eight donkeys
    hooked,
    Who manage our markets and our gooses
    cooked.

    With a chubby fat driver, so smelling
    of ale,
    I knew in a moment it must be Ralf
    Goodale.
    More rapid than eagles his directors
    they came,
    who snorted, shouted, and called
    farmers vane!

    "Now Flaman! now, Woods! now, Goff
    and Korneychuck!
    On, Wells! On Stupid! on, on Donner
    and luck!
    To the grain bins and silos and
    hardworking stash!
    Before peasant farmers turn crop into
    cash!"

    And then in an instant, I heard on
    the roof
    The fat man was tackled, and crazy 8
    turned loose.
    As I drew in my head, and was turning
    around,
    Down the chimney Stephen Harper came
    with a bound.

    He was all dressed in red, from his
    head to his foot,
    And his clothes smelled of barley
    mixed in dirty soot.
    A bundle of hope he slung on his
    back,
    From years of oppression, just now
    fighting back.

    His eyes-how they twinkled! his
    dimples how merry!
    His cheeks were like roses, his nose
    like a cherry!
    The stump of a pipe he held tight in
    his teeth,
    And the smoke it encircled his head
    like a wreath.

    He spoke not a word, but went
    straight to work,
    He smacked old Ralph Goodale, and
    called him a jerk.
    He sprang to his sleigh, to his new
    team gave a whistle,
    And away they all flew like the shot
    of a missile.
    But I heard him exclaim, as he flew
    out of sight,
    "Marketing Freedom to all, and to all
    a good life!"

    #2
    Absolutely love it!

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      #3
      I got a good chuckle out of that. Thanks for
      posting. Back to Christmas now. Have a good
      one.

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        #4
        Wow, this has to be posted in the leader- post.

        So fantastic, we are just laughing.

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          #5
          That's a keeper! Have a safe Christmas everyone and all the best in the new year.

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            #6
            Amen. That is definitely a keeper.

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              #7
              Love it
              Thanks

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