Twas the night before Christmas, and in the YAL house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
A semester was finished, projects complete,
And Dr. Paul once again won his congressional seat.
YAL interns were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of liberty danced through their heads.
With students on break, and a lager on tap,
The staff was ready for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from our beds to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and was blinded by cash.
The moon shined bright on the light-falling snow,
It gave luster to objects located below.
What appeared before me was quite the surprise,
It was ol’ Ben Bernanke, with malice in his eyes.
His sleigh made of dollars, his suit paper bills,
The Fed Chairman looked at me, and it gave me the chills.
“You think you’re so clever with your liberty,” he sneered.
“But I’ll inflate and inflate, even more than you’ve feared!”
“Now Geithner! now, Congress! now, Senate and House!
We’ll make the dollar too weak for even a mouse!”
His fury was frightening, his power unmatched.
But I knew Mr. Bernanke’s plan had a catch.
“Excuse me, sir Chairman,” I quietly said.
“But I have some info which may turn you red.”
“Oh yes, Mr. Frazee?” he answered with glee.
“What could you possibly say that might bother me?”
“YAL members are young, and they are eager too.
”They know what they believe and they don’t like you.
“With strong donor support and the winds at their backs,
“I can assure you, they’re planning attack.”
“This Fall they were training; they’re incredibly smart.
“They’ve turned liberty activism into a science and art.
“Many volunteered for campaigns to express their strong voices.
“And came Election Day, the results reflected their choices.”
“The TEA Party is real; don’t you know what this means?
“Say goodbye and good riddance to your printing machines.
“Ron Paul has a new job – and, oh, I’m sure you will care,
“He’s the new Domestic Monetary Policy chair.”
Bernanke’s jaw quivered, and fear filled his eyes.
He knew I was serious, that we had uncovered his lies.
And just then he noticed the snow was starting to stick,
His paper sleigh was melting; this was the end of his shtick.
“Jeff Frazee!” he yelled, “you have made an enemy of me!
“Don’t you dare think this is the last of the Fed that you’ll see!”
I smiled and shrugged as I checked the date.
“Congress starts on January 3rd, so we’ll see what’s your fate.”
But now vacation is sweet, and I believe it’s well-earned.
YAL’s network is growing and there’s so much that we’ve learned.
The R3volution continues as Ron Paul’s fortunes take flight.
So Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!