'Tis the day before Christmas, and through the two states,

In New Hampshire and in Iowa, almost no candidates.

Gone Mikey, gone gone Barack, Mitt and Hillary too

Rudolph's away to deal with his "flu."

Soon enough they'll return, though, pursuing their goals,

To spout what they're told to, after reading the polls.

They'll be coming right back, with the journalist scumbugs,

Who report all this doo doo, all the meaningless humbugs.

But Merry Christmas to all, a day off from the hacks,

A break from their hard sell, their nasty attacks.

Yes, it's time for their families and a chance to take note,

Of what really matters. Of course that's your vote.