Mr. Speaker,
T'was the night before Christmas and all through this place, Only the Minister of Finance sat with a smile on his face. The critics were reading their questions with flair, About the new budget and who it would spare. The Liberals were snug all tight in their benches, While the opposition dug deeper, down in their trenches. The minister's speech filled with language so dense, Did not do nearly enough for our national defence. So I in my sweater, stood up from my chair, And as loud as I could, shouted: “That is not fair!” But all of the money was already spent, What else to expect from this government? So while I'm here standing, shaking my fist, I know that ol' Santa is checking his list. He knows who's been good and knows who's been bad. And still using the Sea Kings makes him real mad! So for this year like last--try as he might, The minister won't get the chair to his right.
I wish everyone Merry Christmas.