'Twas the eve of Christmas recess, And all through the House, Not a member of the rat pack was stirring, not even a mouse. The statements were chosen by the Speaker with care, In hopes that all House members would be fair. The MPs were nestled all snug in their seats, In hopes of receiving some Christmas treats. I rose from my chair to see what was near, When, what to my wandering eyes should appear, But the Minister of Transport with no VIA, But eight tiny reindeer. With a little driver, so young-like and slick, I knew in a moment it must not be Saint Nick, More rapid than a Challenger the cuts they came, And he snorted and he stomped while shouting, No train! No train! But I heard the good people of Saint John exclaim, Don't worry, Elsie, the PCers will return, And we will have the VIA train once again. Merry Christmas everyone.