With sincerest apologies to Democrats everywhere and, once again, to Clement Clark Moore.
p> 'Twas the night before Christmas, in two-thousand six; br> All the lefties were bustling; their Party to fix. br> The vote had gone centrist, they struggled for air, br> And hoped that St. Hillary soon would declare. br> As liberals awaited, awake in their beds, br> Impeachable articles danced in their heads! br> But since moderate Dems had prevailed in their views, br> I'd just settled down to a sweet solstice snooze. /p> p>When out on the Beltway arose such a clatter, br> I headed for Fox News to check out the chatter. br> I reached for my clicker with partisan glee; br> But only to witness a blacked-out TV. br> The moon through the window cast light all about