<p>In the midst of this holiday season, I found myself channeling Clement Clarke Moore and his epic holiday poem.</p>
<p><em>‘Twas the week before Christmas when all through the House</em></p>
<p><em>Impeachment was stirring, with considerable joust;</em></p>
<p><em>The Articles were prepared by the chairmen unfair,</em></p>
<p><em>In the hopes that Pelosi, no vote would she spare.</em></p>
<p><em>The members assembled all smug at their desks;</em></p>
<p><em>While visions of Trump gave Democrats no rest.</em></p>
<p><em>The Speaker with gavel and Schiff at his post,</em></p>
<p><em>They addled our brains with their long-winded roast.</em></p>
<p><em>When off to the right there arose such a clatter,</em></p>
<p><em>I ran to the chamber to see what’s the matter.</em></p>
<p><em>Away to the gallery, I flew like a flash,</em></p>
<p><em>I tore open the doors with a loud sounding crash.</em></p>
<p><em>The lights of the chamber seem dim and so low,</em></p>
<p><em>Giving an ominous look to the people below.</em></p>
<p><em>When what to my wondering eyes did appear,</em></p>
<p><em>A miniature Nadler I saw from the rear.</em></p>
<p><em>He was speaking to another in such somber riff,</em></p>
<p><em>And I knew in a moment it was his friend shifty Schiff.</em></p>
<p><em>To your seats now assemble, I heard Pelosi proclaim.</em></p>
<p><em>She gaveled and shouted and called each by their name.</em></p>
<p><em>Now Omar! Now Clyburn! Now Dingell and Pascrell</em></p>
<p><em>Come Shalala! Come Lujan! Come Waters and Swalwell.</em></p>
<p><em>To the front of the chamber, to your seats in this hall.</em></p>
<p><em>Now vote away! Vote away! Vote away all.</em></p>
<p><em>To their seats in the chamber each member they flew,</em></p>
<p><em>With the hands full of papers, and those Articles, too.</em></p>
<p><em>And then in a twinkling, the call of the roll,</em></p>
<p><em>With the secretary of the House taking the toll.</em></p>
<p><em>As I drew in my head and kept gazing about.</em></p>
<p><em>Down came the gavel with Pelosi’s great clout.</em></p>
<p><em>She was dressed in all black, from her head to her foot,</em></p>
<p><em>As the scheme of her caucus had now taken root</em></p>
<p><em>With the pretense of solemnity, she stood at the podium</em></p>
<p><em>With confidence in the outcome, despite its odium</em></p>
<p><em>A bundle of votes, she drew from the floor</em></p>
<p><em>Of the number she needed, there were quite a few more.</em></p>
<p><em>Her eyes, how they squinted, her lips pursed so tight</em></p>
<p><em>You could tell that the Speaker was ready to fight.</em></p>
<p><em>When the votes were all counted and their deed was then done,</em></p>
<p><em>Madam Speaker had warned against any expression of fun. </em></p>
<p><em>With a wink of her eye and a frown on her head</em></p>
<p><em>She gave warning to her members – a warning they dread.</em></p>
<p><em>The Republicans stayed loyal to the positions they held,</em></p>
<p><em>But four Democrats protested by refusing to meld.</em></p>
<p><em>While shaking a finger at those who oppose,</em></p>
<p><em>She picked up the gavel and in her hand it arose.</em></p>
<p><em>Banging on the rostrum, she declared with great might,<br />
That Impeachment is accomplished on this cold winter night.</em></p>
<p>So, there ‘tis.</p>