Just like to share our 45Th's potus's warm X-mas sentiments

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Persephonee · 22-25, F

It came upon the midnight clear,
That glorious song of old,
From indicts panting near their phone
To send their Truths of gold;
"More terms for me; and jail for that
All-crooked Biden swine" -
The world in solemn stillness lay
To hear the Trump-ette whine.