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    how appropo for the Giving Season )

    'Twas The Week Before Fitzmas

    'Twas the week before Fitzmas, when all through the White House,
    Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
    The indictments were hung by the chimney with care,
    In hopes that St. Fitzgerald soon would be there.

    The Freepers were nestled all snug in their beds,
    While visions of imperial wars danced in their heads.
    Laura in her kerchief, and George in his cap,
    Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

    When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
    George sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
    Away to the window he flew like a flash,
    Tore open the shutters, threw open the sash.

    And what to his wondering eyes should appear,
    But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny reindeer.
    With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
    That I knew right away, that it must be St. Fitz.

    More rapid than eagles his lawyers they came,
    And he whistled, and shouted, and he indicted them by name:
    "Now Rover, now Libby, now Matalin, now Cheney,
    Now McClellan, now Rice, now Rice, now Hadley!"

    To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall,
    Indict 'em, try 'em, imprison 'em all!
    So up to the housetop the lawyers they flew,
    With the sleigh full of suspects, and St. Fitzgerald too.

    He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
    And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
    But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight,
    "Merry Fitztmas to all, and to all a good night."

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