Twas the Night Before Christmas in Donald's House

Twas the night before Christmas, all snug in their beds,
'Cept a creature in DC, with a strange orange head

His fingers were moving, the tweets coming fast

Recounting the names of those from his past

Gone Ayers and Zinke, from A right through Z

Gone Comey and Cohn, who start with a C

So long Sessions and Spicer, those two with an S

And Scaramucci, as bad as the rest

Bye Bannon, adieu Pruitt, au revoir to Hicks

No more Kelly or Priebus, of whom he'd grown sick

And Powell, Price and Porter, some more with a P

McGahn and McMaster, those two with Mc

Tillerson and Flynn, both now cast asunder

Last not least, Mattis, departed with thunder

These but a few of the many now gone

The bad list of Donald goes on and on

And this Christmas eve, no screams in their ears

Just the sweet sound of silence, no Donald near

They all will give thanks he is nowhere in sight

But a nightmarish dream, just one ugly night

For those now arriving to take their new seat

Just remember tomorrow you'll be taking some heat

So this night before Christmas, sleep tight in your bed

But you'll wake in the morn to a tweet in your head