'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the House, the government was tired in bad need of a rouse.
Nothing had been done since Christmas before, like the wishes of Parliament they chose to ignore.
They spent borrowed money and drove up the debt, $20 billion alone for a single-sourced jet.
Wasting taxpayers' dollars through tough fiscal times, spending billions for prisons on unreported crimes.
They squandered surpluses the Liberals left in this place. Their mess would make Mulroney turn red in the face.
They stuck it to seniors, to students and vets, spent millions on a fake lake, and showed no regrets.
But there were some Canadians whose spirits were lifted, like contractors on West Block whose contracts were gifted.
With a wink of the eye and a brush of the nose, an old Tory hack was the builder they chose.
Our finances are grimer, our world perception weaker. They have been more naughty than nice, wouldn't you agree, Mr. Speaker?
They have shown no compassion, no heart and no soul. All they deserve Christmas morning is a big lump of coal.