On the first day of Cliff-mas, John Boehner gave to me,

More tax cuts for the super wealthy.

On the second day of Cliff-mas, John Boehner gave to me,

Two plans revived,

And more tax cuts for the super wealthy.

On the third day of Cliff-mas, John Boehner gave to me,

Three phony crises,

Two plans revived,

And more tax cuts for the super wealthy.

On the fourth day of Cliff-mas, John Boehner gave to me,

Four bogus numbers,

Three phony crises,

Two plans revived,

And more tax cuts for the super wealthy.

On the fifth day of Cliff-mas, John Boehner gave to me,

Five Tea Partiers screaming at him . . .

Four bogus numbers,

Three phony crises,

Two plans revived,

And more tax cuts for the super wealthy.

On the sixth day of Cliff-mas, John Boehner gave to me,

Six hundred billion somewhere,

Five Tea Partiers screaming at him . . .

Four bogus numbers,

Three phony crises,

Two plans revived,

And more tax cuts for the super wealthy.

On the other days of Cliff-mas, John Boehner gave to me,

Twelve blow-hards blowing,

Eleven Grovers weeping,

Ten Lords a-leaping,

Nine Dems a-dancing,

Eight-hundred magic billion,

Seven camels smoking,

Six hundred billion somewhere,

Five Tea Partiers screaming at him . . .

Four bogus numbers,

Three phony crises,

Two plans revived,

And more tax cuts for the super wealthy.

Obama: Ah- Merry Cliff-mas, everybody. A time for hope . . . that we can raise the tax rate for those making over two-hundred and fifty thousand by a measly four-point-six percent. Ho . . . ho, ho.