Mr. Nixon’s Christmas Dream

T’was the night before Christmas, and Tricia had pluggedAll the lights on the lawn tree without getting mugged.Upstairs, David and Julie and Mamie and PatWere just settling down to TV and a chat.Meanwhile, Kissinger, off for excitement (va-ROOM !)Left his chief in the darkening Lincoln Room gloom.After fighting a tickle the length of his nose,Mr. Nixon succumbed to a glorious doze.He was somewhere at sea, and the captain appearedLike a nautical Agnew with groovy white beard.He was dressed all in red and he moved like a tank;“Har-dee-har,” he observed. “Who’s for walking the plank?”Then the President saw in the waist of the shipSuch a sight that it started his nostrils to drip.There were Fulbright and Javits and Tunney and Teddy

MR. NIXON’S CHRISTMAS DREAM

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T’was the night before Christmas, and Tricia had pluggedAll the lights on the lawn tree without getting mugged.Upstairs, David and Julie and Mamie and PatWere just settling down to TV and a chat.Meanwhile, Kissinger, off for excitement (va-ROOM !)Left his chief in the darkening Lincoln Room gloom.After fighting a tickle the length of his nose,Mr. Nixon succumbed to a glorious doze.He was somewhere at sea, and the captain appearedLike a nautical Agnew with groovy white beard.He was dressed all in red and he moved like a tank;“Har-dee-har,” he observed. “Who’s for walking the plank?”Then the President saw in the waist of the shipSuch a sight that it started his nostrils to drip.There were Fulbright and Javits and Tunney and Teddy

MR. NIXON’S CHRISTMAS DREAM