Twas the Night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a single Democratic voter was stirring, not even a mouse
The stockings were hung by the book burning bonfire with care
In the hopes that the ICE agents soon would be there
The children were hiding all under their beds
While visions of being taken from their parents, danced in their heads
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
We started to wonder of our rights would even matter
Away to the window we snuck out in a flash
As the front door kicked in with such a crash
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
Those same NAR hucksters that have been chasing us all year
We got out of there so lively and quick
Knowing full well their theology was sick
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now run away! Run away all!
