Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Obamacare soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of check-ups danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When on my laptop there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the desk I flew like a fiend,
Hit the on button, and threw up the screen.

The view on my screen looked like new-fallen snow
Which gave the lustre of disfunction to the browser, you know,
When, to what to my wondering eyes should appear,
It was healthcare.gov, but it didn’t look very clear.

My…