(For those who have not had the luxury of toiling in the White House basement, it is where select members of the White House press corps are provided desks and broadcast booths to file their stories - and where this newspaperman had the pleasure of working alongside Fulsom when President Reagan was in control of the country.)
Without further ado, "'Twas the Night Before Christmas - 2005 White House Press Basement Version," by Greg Clugston of Salem Radio News, who covers President Bush.
'Twas the night before Christmas and in the White House, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Christmas - I mean - "holiday" stockings were hung with great care, In hopes that Saint Nick - oops! - someone nice soon would be there.
The president was asleep, all snug in his bed, While visions of high poll numbers danced in his head.
It had been a rough year to start the second term - Trouble in Iraq, justices to confirm.
Supreme Court vacancies offered Bush some relief, When senators confirmed John Roberts as chief.
But conservatives revolted, setting political fires, When Bush picked counsel Harriet Miers.
The Social Security plan had come undone, Despite many road trips aboard Air Force One.
All of a sudden there arose such a clatter, Dubya jumped up to see what was the matter.
And who had arrived, storming D.C. in a hurry? Patrick Fitzgerald and his probing grand jury.
The CIA leak revealed Valerie Plame, So the prosecutor called witnesses by name:
"Now Novak! Now Karl! Now Russert! And Scooter! On Miller! On Wilson! On Woodward! And Cooper!"
Politics, law, reporting - all were at stake, As he asked about leaks and Niger yellowcake.
The media focused on Rove's legal plight, But it was Libby whom Fitzgerald chose to indict.
Suddenly, an alarm sounded. Emergency Code Red! Secret Service agents got the Bushes out of bed.
A Cessna was flying toward Lafayette Park, But basement reporters were kept in the dark.
The plane landed safely on the White House south grounds.
Out climbed the pilot - it was FEMA's Mike Brown.
With rolled-up sleeves and new Nordstrom clothes, Brown was a "fashion god" from his head to his toes.
He ran up to Bush with some turkey and dressing, Shouted "Happy Thanksgiving!" and whispered a blessing.
John McCaslin is a contributing columnist on Townhall.com and author of Inside The Beltway: Offbeat Stories, Scoops, and Shenanigans from around the Nation's Capital .
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