The night before

Twas the night before the apocalypse and all through our country
Not a creature was stirring
Not even old Grumpy
The charities were all stashed underneath his great chair
In hopes no one found them
But they were all there.

The aides they were hung by the scruff of their need
Contemplating the wisdom
Of following their greed.
With rattraps galore and Decon out too
Success had been tainted with lots of true rue.

The fireplace was roaring
The logs were in place
And the red of his hair
Hid the red of his face.

But I heard him exclaim as he leaped in the fire
I'm winning. I'm up, No need to inquire.
And the ashes that rose from the chimney with flare
Gave rise to the lies that he would not dare.