Christmas in the White House

The “surge” is on, the doubt is gone.
There’s “evil” like Dubya says,
Quoth The One.
It’s Christmas in the White House
With hopeychange in distress.

It’s nice, they crow, to best your foe
‘Cause sucking up never works out, you know.
It’s Christmas in the White House
With hopeychange in distress.
The door is always open.
The gatecrashers pay a call.
And Nancy P. wants all to see
The House is in her thrall.

The debt’s immense,
The air intense,
With jee-hadis looking for recompense.
No doubt there will be grousers
'Cause the planet is still a mess.
It’s Christmas in the White House
With hopeychange in distress...