Mr. Speaker,
'Twas two weeks before Christmas.
I still can't hold back the smile.
Even we didn't believe we'd be back on this side of the aisle.
Canada needed someone smart, a proven young steed.
That ruled out a guy who blew a 22-point lead.
The Conservatives were lost with the carbon tax dead,
While visions of Trudeau on a yacht danced in their leader's head.
The Bloc dreamed of kingmaking, of holding great sway,
But His Majesty's loyal opposition? Oh, mon Dieu, not even for a day!
The NDP, well, they were reduced to seven.
My gosh, even Nova Scotia now has 11.
Now, for a “new” government, we sure have a lot of grey hairs,
But we won four in a row, so... “Who cares?”
A trade war with friends, what's ahead is a fight.
Christmas came early. Canadians chose right.
There'll be no Christmas election, of that I'm now certain,
Thanks to two Conservatives hiding behind that curtain.
Now, I've thrown a lot of jabs, but I promise they're in jest.
To each and every one of you, I truly wish you all the best.
I hope you all could hear me, with my voice raised up.
All we hear in this place these days are heckles—
I hope the Speaker doesn't wake up!
Merry Christmas, everyone.