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Twas the night before Fitzmas, and in the White House
> Every one was scared shitless, and Bush was quite soused
> The indictments were hanging like Damoceles' sword
> As verminous oxen prepared to be gored
>
> The perps were all sleepless, curled fetal in bed
> While visions of prison cells loomed in each head
> And Dick in his jammies, and George in his lap
> Were sweating and swearing and looking like crap
>
> When out on the web there arose such a clatter
> The blogs and the forums were buzzing with chatter
> Away to the PC Rove ran like a flash
> He booted his browser and cleared out his cache
>
> The rumors that flew through the cold autumn air
> Made Dubya shiver with angry despair
> When what to his horror-filled eyes did he spy?
> A bespectacled man with a brown suit and tie!
>
> With an impartial manner that gave Bush the sh*ts
> He knew in a moment it must be St. Fitz!
> With unwavering voice, his indictments they came
> He cleared out his throat and he called them by name:
>
> Now Scooter, Now Libby,
> Now Blossoming Turd,
> Now Cheney, dear Cheney,
> Yes, you are the third
> To the bench of the court
> Up the steps, down the hall
> Now come along, come along,
> Come along, one and all!
>
> He then became silent, and went right to work
> He filed the indictments and turned with a jerk
> And pointing his finger at justice's scale
> Said, "The people be served, and let fairness prevail."
>
> He then left the room, to his team gave a nod
> And the sound could be heard of a crumbling facade
> And we all did exclaim, as he faded from sight
> "Merry Fitzmas to all, and to all a good night!"

Nice crib job, Santa.

And that its innaccurate. But hey, what the hell