‘Twas three months before ChristmasBY BOB FUSELIER
Los Alamos
‘Twas three months before Christmas
And all through the nation
Everyone was fearful
And manning their stations.
When Big Money decided
It’s that time of year
To take a break, a reprieve,
From our anger and fear.
Big Money’s no fool;
He’d grown strong and, yes, bold.
But his streets were in need
Of more layers of gold.
He deserved it, you see,
For he had worked hard this past year.
Installing the minions
With false pride and big fear.
It took hard work to buy
All those hearts and those minds.
They came from everyone,
You and me, all peoples,
