{"id":2546,"date":"2016-12-22T12:49:23","date_gmt":"2016-12-22T17:49:23","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/ellisrp\/?p=2546"},"modified":"2016-12-22T12:54:17","modified_gmt":"2016-12-22T17:54:17","slug":"the-ellis-huber-christmas-poem-2016","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blogs.bu.edu\/ellisrp\/2016\/12\/the-ellis-huber-christmas-poem-2016\/","title":{"rendered":"The Ellis-Huber Christmas Poem 2016"},"content":{"rendered":"

The Raven\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 The Ellis-Huber Christmas Poem 2016<\/strong><\/p>\n

Once upon a year so dreary, politics so wild and weary,
\nArguments so quaint and curious, unfamiliar use of lore\u2014
\nWhile I nodded, sometimes napping, suddenly there came a yapping,
\nAs of candidates gently snapping, snapping as if t\u2019were a war.
\n\u201c\u2019Tis only a primary,\u201d I muttered, \u201cyapping I have heard before\u2014
\nOnly this and nothing more.\u201d<\/p>\n

But the yapping became more noisy, as the prospects grew less rosy
\nScared me\u2014filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
\nSo that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
\n\u201c\u2019Tis only a primary entreating entrance at the White House door\u2014
\nSome strange visitor entreating entrance at the mansion door;\u2014
\nThis it is and nothing more.\u201d<\/p>\n

Presently concern grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
\nWords like \u201cSir\u201d and \u201cMadam\u201d, scarce-used civil words appeared no more;
\nSoon the facts no longer mattered as emotions became more shattered,
\nSoon opinions grew more scattered, chattered just outside my door,
\nNot quite sure that I had heard it\u2014here I opened wide the door;\u2014
\nDarkness there and nothing more.<\/p>\n

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak September;
\nAnd each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
\nEagerly I tried to ignore it, even though I still deplored it
\nAll my thoughts were filled with sorrow\u2014sorrow for the lost true core\u2014
\nCame the thought so sad and evil, worse time since the Wizard war\u2014
\nTrump is our Lord Voldemort.<\/p>\n

November came as we were fearing, long we stood there wondering, tearing,
\nWishing undone, dreaming dreams no liberal dared to dream before;
\nBut the silence was unbroken, and the election gave no token,
\nAnd the words e\u2019er spoken were whispered words, \u201cLord Voldemort?\u201d
\nThis I whispered, and an echo murmured back, \u201cLord Voldemort.\u201d\u2014
\nMerely this and nothing more.<\/p>\n

Now December, feeling bitter, as the trees begin to glitter,
\nSoon again I hear a twitter somewhat louder than before.
\n\u201cSurely,\u201d said I, \u201csurely that is something at my window lattice;
\nLet me see, then, what the threat is, and this mystery explore\u2014
\nI let my mind stop just a moment and this mystery explore;\u2014
\n\u2019Tis only Santa, nothing more!\u201d<\/p>\n

Santa saved us from our ruing, distracted us from all our stewing
\nChristmas tree our nightly viewing, \u2018minding us of days of yore;
\nNow we pray for all united, keeping spirits undivided;
\nWishing peace and love re-invited, mistletoe above your door\u2014
\nChristmas prayers we do implore for elves and wizards, Dumbledore\u2014
\nAnd Harry Potter, ever more!<\/p>\n

(c) 2016 Randall P Ellis<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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