By Dorothy DeChristopher

Twas the night before Christmas when all thru the Swamp
Many Creatures were screeching, taken down with a whomp!
The Indictments were arrayed on the table with care
In hopes Fed’ral Marshals soon would be there
Rescued children were huddled all safe in their shelters
While clothes, snacks and cheer were delivered by helpers

Melania in her trench and the Prez in his cap
Sat listening as Hellspawn fell into their trap
As networks with minions from bottom to top
Collapsed under the weight of Trump’s top secret op

When in thru the windows there arose such a Light
From the stealth helicopters aloft on their flight
And the Moon in her grace did witness the scenes
Of our Republic’s heroes lined up into teams
Ready, able and willing for the red, white and blue
To fight as they must with the Rule of Law too

Out came the 10 pilots, standing straight, tall and brave
I thought one must be Q from the salute that he gave
Now under the rotors each man ran for his seat
As the Commander called out, not missing a beat
“On Fitton, on Gomertz, Gowdy and Gaetz!
Go Jordan, go Grassley, Nunes and Wray!
Drain that Swamp on the Hill and those blocking my Wall
Now dash away, dash away, and go get them all!”

The teams they conferred as they flew thru the night
Holding sniffer devices to locate the blight
Up over mansions, clinics and offices they went
Marking down unknown and known of  Luciferian bent
Plus those seeking for power and reeking of greed
Who stole for a living and kept families in need
And bled dry this country of tax dollars and hope
“It’s not our fault” they’ll say, “orders came from the Pope!”

Now ready those handcuffs, call ahead for the cells
Prepared for these prisoners ‘ere ringing sleigh bells
Armed with warrants and glocks they landed on roofs
Smashing doors of the wicked, grabbing them and the proofs
Of unholy deeds, laws twisted and broken
And audiotapes of conspiracies spoken
In meetings and boardrooms, law offices too
And files of minions killed for how much they knew

Again and again these Owls they landed
To cops and marines the felons they handed
Up, up and away they zeroed on their true target
To Cabal ceremonies to save children from market
Robed blood drinkers ranted; how they shouted and fainted
Begging and bribing, Q said “No! They’re too tainted”
To ever again be in civilized society
Just cannot be trusted to act with propriety

And off they were taken to Special Places reserved
So globalist bankers and drug lords got what they deserved
Down went traffickers of sex slaves, organs and arms
And the rogue CIA who were greasing their palms
Not forgotten those bloodlines with gold,  castles and cash
Thinking their empires too mighty to fall with a crash
Wars, revolutions, false flags – they just wouldn’t listen
When the people rose up backing Patriots on a mission

And into the White House those 10 tired pilots came
With planeloads of files just loaded with names
Of enemies of Law and Freedom and Truth
Bad actors of deeds downright vile and uncouth
Our Commander received them with love, blessings and thanks
“My patriots, my patriots, there are no highers ranks”
Q said “Sir, we don’t think our mission’s quite finished
But with God’s Love and Light our enemies are diminished”

And Q was heard to exclaim, as they marched out of sight –

“Happy Christmas to All and to All a Good Night!”