To my fellow Conservatives. . . . help me finish this! Twas the week before Christmas and all through the House the members were posturing like fleas on a louse Leftarded posters were hung, on easels with care with hopes that impeachment soon would be theirs The chairman was frantically putting objections to bed while visions of paybacks danced in his head. The speaker wore black for her funeral attire She babbled incessantly, spewing her ire. While up in Detroit, there arose quite a clatter, I flipped back and forth for updates to gather, Away to the laptop, for streaming I dashed, I opened three windows to witness the bash! I paid no attention to pop ups and ads but heard every word from the Rally and Nads! And during the melee, my thoughts did ocurr with rapid conclusions that Trump would endure!