'Twas the Night Before Fitzmas

Twas the night before Fitzmas, when all through the House
The Senate was stirring, scared of what Fitz had found
The press corps was reporting the news with care,
in hopes that the indictments would soon be there.

The Democrats were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of arrest warrants danced in the heads.
DeLay was the first, then Frist next in the task,
Rove and then Libby, who would not be the last.

And out on K Street, there arose such a clatter
Outing an a covert agent is a serious matter.
Away to the internet, I rushed to get dirt,
For the GOP's plans, that's really gotta hurt.

"Now Dubya! Now Condi!
Now Rove is in trouble"
And if they get Cheney,
then it will be double!
Now, Libby and McClellan!
Ari Fleisher may be one of
the convicted felons!
Now indict away! Indict away!
Indict them all!"

Fitz sprang to the grand jury, and told them his tale,
And they prepped indictments to send Rove & Libby to jail.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Fitzmas to all and to all a good night!"