Twas the night before Christmas…

Opinion

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Twas the night before Christmas

In the City of Light

They’re igniting more candles

In defiance of fright

 

Charlie Hebdo, one horror

Bataclan, even worse

Some went out to a concert

And went home in a hearse

 

 

Yes you have our attention,

So-called Islamic State

What’s your goal? Armageddon?

Now the stakes escalate

 

While the bombs drop in Syria

Some are Russian, some Turk

Tough to tell friend from foe

In the dark and the murk

 

Meanwhile, refugees suffer

“Bring them here, heed their prayers!”

It took smugglers and drownings

To make us aware

 

But they’re Muslim, spits Trump

And his vile, loathsome kind

Perhaps “None is too many”

In a charlatan’s mind

 

 

Happily, north of the border

In the land strong and free

There is less xenophobia

And perhaps, maybe, glee!

 

The PM is a Trudeau

Not as smart, but he’s cute

Can he balance a budget?

Will we be destitute?

 

 

Still, we have back our census!

And the scientists can speak!

Smoking weed will be legal!

So rejoice, all you freaks

 

Rona Ambrose, caretaker

Of a small Tory flame

Tom Mulcair, devastated

Yet some Dippers remain

 

 

For how long, though, on Broadway?

Where they’ve ruled 16 years

And the red ink is flowing

Current state: In arrears

 

Will Greg S cling to power?

Is this Brian’s race to lose?

Can Bokhari play spoiler

Just by pledging cheap booze?

 

And then what, shall we wonder

Will Brian Bowman now do

When there’s no new growth revenue

To help transit go through

 

 

Winnipeg, dubbed most racist

Also, best place to go

Leaving us left to wonder

What do magazines know?

 

Least the Jets made the playoffs

And the Bombers … own cleats!

Gotta look on the bright side

If you wanna fill seats

 

There is hope to be found

If you try just a tad

’Cause the planet’s not frightening

When you choose to be glad

 

 

There’s consensus, on climate

The deniers, on the run

There are fewer people hungry

Though more work must be done

 

So be nice to all strangers

And be kind to your friends

From the Freep, accept our wishes:

Let your joy never end.