‘Twas the Eve before Destruction

A tribute to Homeland Security and all under its umbrella

By Jon Watkins  Government Propaganda 12/14/04 revised 11-25-2012

You may reproduce this but give credit where credit is due.

It was originally penned by a friend who wishes to remain anonymous. I revised the original wording a bit in 2012

‘Twas the eve before destruction, when all through the land
Not a creature was stirring, under our Governments tight hand;
The alarm systems were enabled by families with care,
In hopes that the fed’s wouldn’t come round there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of jack-booted thugs danced in their heads;
And mamma with her shootin iron, and I with my sword,
Had just traded places at watching the door,
When out by the Barn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the crest of the new-fallen snow
Illuminated fleeting dark objects scurrying below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature tank, and Fed’s eager to commandeer,
Around in a circle they watched with night vision,
Pointing their weapons to accomplish their mission,
With a leader in black, a dark mask on his head,
I knew in a moment we might all soon be dead.

More crafty than serpents the minions they came,
He raced, and he signaled, and he called them by name;
“Now East! Now West! Now Rear and Front Flank!
Establish your positions and bring me that tank!
You there to the top of the porch! and You on that wall!
Now bring me that flamethrower and you’d better not crawl”.

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
Set in motion by the Chopper in the sky,
So down on the house-top did the bright spotlight shine,
Sending a shiver, a chill up and down my spine.
And then in a twinkling I heard on the roof
The scuffing and scrapping of each big black boot.
As I drew up my sword, and was turning around,
Down came the door as it smashed to the ground.

He was dressed in Kevlar, and big as a tree,
His clothes were all bloodied, from the last killing spree;
A cache of weapons he had flung on his back,
He drew out an Uzi from his stuffed black pack.

His eyes glowed red as he peered through the dwelling,
And his voice was gravely as he began loudly yelling!
Just for a moment I thought I did see,
The head of a goat as he was looking at me;

Two horns protruded from the top of his head,
With a little red glow emitting from the dead;
He had a red face so cold and so mean,
But in place of a pitchfork he had an M-16;
He scanned the whole room, as he turned his horned head,
I shuddered when I saw him as we dove under the bed;
He signaled to them as he pointed at me,
Ordered his minions to grab, before he can flee!

They spoke not a word, as they hogtied us all,
And out of the room, we were dragged down the hall;
He stopped in the kitchen and leveled his gun,
I heard him proclaim, I just want some Fun;
The night could not pass without some blood shed,
As he shot our poor dog while cowering in her bed;

Into the cold they dragged us through the snow,
Where they would take us, we did not know.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Tell homeland security we’ve finished the fight!”

I hope you enjoyed!

Here are some other remakes from other Folks

T’was 1 week before Christmas

T’was 1 week before Christmas, and all through the town, people wore masks, that covered their frown. The frown had begun way back in the spring when a global pandemic changed everything. 

They called it corona, but unlike the beer, It didn’t bring good times, it didn’t bring cheer. Airplanes were grounded, travel was banned. Borders were closed across air, sea, and land. 

As the world entered lockdown to flatten the curve, the economy halted, and folks lost their nerve. From March to July we rode the first wave, people stayed home, they tried to behave. 

When summer emerged the lockdown was lifted, but away from caution, many folks drifted. Now it’s December and cases are spiking, wave two has arrived, much to our disliking. 

It’s true that this year has had sadness a-plenty, we’ll never forget the year 2020. And just ‘round the corner – The holiday season, but why be merry? 

Is there even one reason? To decorate the house and put up the tree, who will see it, no one but me. But outside my window, the snow gently falls, and I think to myself, let’s deck the halls! 

So, I gather the ribbon, The garland, and bows, as I play those old carols, my happiness grows. Christmas is not canceled and neither is hope. If we lean on each other, I know we can cope…Keep it going! Copied from facebook

‘Twas the night before Christmas in Joe Biden’s America

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the town
Not a creature was stirring, because they had all been locked down;

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
But St. Nicholas was in quarantine, so he would never be there;

The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
But they couldn’t get nightmares of vaccines out of their heads;

And mamma behind her plexiglass, and I in my N95 mask,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap,

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a very long bus and eight tiny socialists with lots of campaign gear,

The tired old man in charge wasn’t very quick,
So I knew in a moment that he wasn’t St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Pelosi! now, Schumer! now Kamala the Vixen!
On, Buttigieg! on, Klobuchar! on, Maddow and Wolf Blitzer!

To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
We aren’t going to stop until we’ve ruined life for them all!”

Up to the house they came as they made quite a racket,
And I could see that the tired old man had “Thank You Dominion Voting Systems” emblazoned on his jacket.

As he reached for the doorbell the tired old man hesitated and then began to sag,
He muttered “we don’t really need these voters now that the election is in the bag”.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of sixteen little hooves.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Donald Trump came with a bound.

He was dressed like a boss, from his head to his foot,
And his bright red tie perfectly matched his expensive suit;
A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.

His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His phone suddenly rang, and he answered it right away
It was Ivanka and Jared – they had something to say.

He listened very closely for quite a long while,
And then he responded with his signature broad smile.

“I know it looks bad and my supporters are starting to mourn,
But when Sidney Powell releases the Kraken, the other side will wish they had never been born.”

He hung up the phone and pulled up his belt buckle,
Thoughts of how he would torture Democrats during a second term caused him to chuckle.

He had a broad face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

As he drove out of sight, I heard him exclaim
“Happy holidays to all, and let’s make America great again!”

(Authored by Michael Snyder. The original poem that this was based upon is entitled “A Visit from St. Nicholas” and was authored by Clement Clarke Moore.)

‘Twas the Night Before Voting

Twas the night before Voting and all through the House
The Democrats were shouting, not at all like a mouse.
The Trumpster was done, no need for a trial,
His loss shouted out, by the Media with smiles.

Democrats were screaming “THE TRUMPSTER IS DEAD!”
With visions of Donald, who lives in their head,
Swinging and dangling, his face turning blue,
Fulfilling their dreams of a third world coup.

The Pubbies were furious, the Dems filled with joy,
Their votes would fulfill, the outcome their ploy.
When across our great nation there arose such a clatter
We sprang from our fury to see what was the matter.

The pollsters had lied, the Mainstreams misled,
It’s the people rejecting, what the liars had said.
The moon shone like searchlights exposing the scam,
This partisan, sickening Democrat sham.

Then what to our wondering eyes did appear,
The Donald decked out, in full battle gear.
Handsome and tall, so lively and quick,
And make no mistake, in hand a big stick.

More rapid than eagles his twitters they came,
Exposing the lies of the Democrat’s game.

“Now Nancy, now Jerry, now Adam, now Mueller,
On Biden, on Comey, on Brennan, on Schumer.
To the massive rejection, to the crash of your polls,
Back to your basements, you blood-sucking trolls!”

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,
Impeachment was scattered and now it has died.
You Democrats gambled, you listened to polls,
No thought that the people would spoil your goals.

So over the Dems the people they flew,
With outrage and anger, their President, too!

And soon in a twinkling the vote will be tallied,
Right after the Donald’s, Grand Rapids rally!!
The Donald laughed loud, final polls now reported ,
The Democrats know, Biden will be aborted.

“Watch out, here comes the Republican vote!
You partisan hacks, it will stick in your throat.
The price you will pay you will always remember,
The first payment is due on the third of November!”

Wrapped in the flag from his head to his toe,
He’ll survive their barrage which is nothing but show.
A sack full of tweets that are going to bite,
Trump comes like a warrior who’s ready to fight.

Dems covered their ears, but should have been listeners,
The Donald is known for taking no prisoners.
His eyes how they twinkled, his outlook so bright,
In spite of the nonsense, he doesn’t lose sight.

His mind’s aim is deadly, a shaft from a bow,
And the hair on his head has a soft golden glow.
The charge from his God he holds tight in his teeth,
And God’s grace encircles his head like a wreath.

He had a calm look, determined to win,
That rankled the Media, got under their skin.
In spite of their lies, he’s a jolly old guy,
Who believes that our limit, is only the sky.

A wink of his eye and his promises keep,
Will give me great peace, tonight when I sleep.

He twitters and tweets but goes straight to his goals,
Improving the lives of all of our souls.
He’s filled all our stockings in just four short years,
Putting behind us, our eight years of tears.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod up our chimney he goes.
He sprang to his airplane, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

Then I heard him exclaim flying off to his work,

“Democrat socialists, your freedoms they take,
They’ll destroy America, unless you awake.
To all who are patriots you need to remember,
Your vote will be crucial the third of November!”

The last thing I heard as Trump thundered from sight,

“HAPPY VOTING TO ALL AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!”

Ho, ho, Nooooooo!  Ben and Tina Garrison

‘Twas the night before Christmas, next to a foreclosed house,

A family was camping, their dinner, a mouse.

They thought politicians should be hung high with care,

While they stayed socially distanced from others who were there.

Around the campfire, each wore a mask,

Ending the brainwashing would be no easy task.

The children were in sleeping bags, of Santa they dreamed,

Instead jolly Bill Gates was coming, as the cold moonlight beamed.

He arrived in a sleigh packed with needles of harm,

The shots were all mandatory; a vaccination for each arm.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

Bill hoped they’d all die, because he is such a jerk.

Then he sprang to his sleigh with a grin on his face,

Bill Gates would get even with the whole human race.

“On Pfizer, On Monsanto, On Fauci!” he shouted,

Bill was doing good work—it was not allowed to be doubted.

Away he flew, leaving the homeless in dread,

They thought Bill might be right after all–they’d be better off dead.

So while they should fight back with all of their might,

They instead faded gently into that goodnight. 

Then up on the rooftop, there arose such a clatter,

Helicopters were landing, loaded with Patriot’s who mattered.

Rudy, Sidney, Lin Wood and more,

All standing up for the Constitution with lawsuits galore.

Digital soldiers marched straight into line,

lead by General Flynn on a mission divine.

To expose the corruption of a Deep State Cabal,

With God on our side, Patriots will not fall!

The Plandemic will end with the world awaken,

Our freedom and liberty will NOT be taken!

So Stand United Patriots across this land,

Hold the line and each other, hand in hand.

The Christmas Star will appear in this historical year,

With trust in God , we know we have nothing to fear.

So rejoice with your families and pray every day,

For our Republic, our President and our American Way.

And we heard our President, as he appeared in the night,

He shouted out, “We will not bend, We will not fall and We will win this fight”

MERRY CHRISTMAS!