At last someone has heard our call

We, left behind, we left to fall.

Our views no longer meet the test

Of what is true and right and best.

Was good enough for our father founders,

But not for multicultural bounders,

Who snidely slide us to the side,

Who denigrate and sly deride,

Dismiss us who would celebrate,

Our beliefs, traditions on this date.

So now we're truly grateful all,

For Speaker Hastert's Protocol.

Which speaks for those who truly see

That giant spruce as a Christmas tree.

Not a tree for some vague holiday,

But a tree that truly lights our way,

And signifies for us a season,

That makes us ponder, makes us reason,

And recognizes a spiritual nation,

With a founding Christian orientation.

 
So Speaker Hastert speaks for me

When he says that is a Christmas Tree;

Not a tree for some vague holiday,

But a tree celebrates our Christian way;

A spirit we share ecumenically,

With Jews and Muslims totally,

And others who believe what 'ere,

There're beliefs enough for all to share.

We seek nothing more than God's blessed life,

Sheltered from a world full of natural strife.

So thanks, Mr. Speaker, for your bold call,

We say God bless you, one and all.
 

Merry Christmas,
 
Russ Vaughn

Russ Vaughn is the Poet Laureate of The American Thinker.