Holy Obama and Peacenik Joe!
The Season's upon us in all its glow.
Tiger's making Birdies, marked with X's,
While Lindsay may soon be running out of sexes.
Citi-Boys can't raise enough money,
Goldie-Lloyd makes it as bees do honey.
Greenwich mommies, freed at last,
to shop and shop 'til there's no SUV gas.
That Graydon, still tops in Vanity,
Other mag moguls just plead insanity.
Paper and print are so Ghosts of the Past.
Twitter, Google are really cheap and fast.
Max, Nancy, Harry still madly wrapping
Year end health with all its tricky trappings.
What the hey, Yes! Nothing could be finer,
Virginia, there is a Santa, and he lives in China.
Yankee Matsui, Johnny Damon too,
Please take Joba along with you.
Those Knicks are what rhymes with Bricks:
Giants' opponents now never need to kick!
"President" Karzai, coal in your sock, Sir!
Ahmajinedad, for you, a radium rocker.
Iraqistan, we've already given many billions,
We're pretty sure it's into the trillions.
Fox-Boys: O'Righty, Sean Enmity, His Beckness,
Take a chill this Yule, or Ex-Lax.
You're rich media guys playing tin soldiers,
While others bravely carry our world upon their shoulders.
Even say a Hoorah for that Hill and Bill,
a whole year taking that Quiet Pill!
Diplo-Hillary aloft in her comfy sleigh,
Passing Santa's Reindeer along her constant way.
"O," what a year it's been, since Inaugural,
A spending race and to top it, a Nobel.
It's hard to think what you'll do for an encore,
no telling, as long as the solvent will lend us more.
But, Dear Readers, compared to 2009,
We think '10 may seem quite sublime.
We wish you all a Happy, Wealthy Year,
With Divine Blessings and far fewer tears.
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