Is That Christmas Palm Tree Swaying Or Is It Just Woozy With Grief?

Ah, Christmas Eve! And what a glorious Christmas Eve it is: the Liberals were nestled all smug in their heads; till visions of Trump unleashed their worst dreads. This may seem very un-Christmasy of me, butt I just don’t have time to coddle them today. They’ll have to find their own safe space, the Cheesecake Factory perhaps? There won’t be any scary arms in there, just cheesecake.

So the bad elf season is almost over;

the end of dog-shaming for another year.

And I would like to point out that the chocolate Lab was innocent all along, the victim of Trumped-up charges®.

Elf? No, I didn’t see an elf, why?

And now, as I do every year, I’m reprising this video from my very first Christmas Eve post way, way back in 2009. It was originally assembled to commemorate our first, historic, Presidential vacation on the alleged island of Barry’s birth. I would point out however that Trump has it correct: to this day nobody really knows where the Left’s new messiah was actually born. 

 From Christmas Eve, 2009:

Santa and his elves are hanging around D.C. just long enough this morning to vote on how much they’re going to charge for shipping and handling on this year’s free gifts.

Then we can all fly away for our Winter Solstice holidays! I can’t wait – I’ve never been to Big Guy’s alleged birth state. I have to remember to pack my UVA and UVB lenses.

I dreamed about our vacation all last night …(watch for my cameos on the balcony, lanai, beach and in the surf.)

So here it is – just like Clara’s dream from the Nutcracker – MOTUS’ Christmas Eve Dream from the land where palm trees sway: