Twas the night before Christmas and all through the white house, not a creature was stirring not even an electric mouse; The stockings were hung by the cold chimney with care but nothing to spare in hopes Nicholous would have food to put in there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds while their gas was shut off right before bed. While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads while reality said who put the sour grapes on our heads? We settled our brains for a long winter nap when we realized our president was just doing another nap!