“The Night Before Fitzmas” (Or… “A Visit from Saint Fitz”)

Adapted by InsightAnaltytical-GRL from the poem by Clement C. Moore

…on the occasion of the arrest of Rod Blagojevich and John Harris …and in “HOPE” of  what may transpire in the future…

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‘Twas the night before Fitzmas, when

all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, not even a

mouse;

The stockings of PUMAs hung by the chimney

with care,

In hopes that St. Fitz would soon safely be

there;

The PUMAs were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of indictments danced in

their heads;

And 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 my bed to see what was the

matter.