Every American in America liked Christmas a lot...

But the Trump who lived in New York City, did not.

The Trump hated Christmas! The whole Christmas season! Now please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason. It could be because his hair was screwed on too tight. It could be because he couldn't tie a tie with all his might. But I think that the most likely reason of all was that his brain was ten sizes too small.

But, whatever the reason, his hair or his tie, he stood there on Christmas Eve, hating Americans. Staring down from his tower, with a sour Trumpy frown, at the warm-lighted windows below in New York. For he knew every man, woman, and child, was busy, hanging christmas decorations.

"And they're hanging stockings?!" He snarled, with a sneer. "Tomorrow is Christmas! It's practically here!" Then he growled, his fat fingers were drumming. "I must find a way to stop Christmas from coming!"

For, tomorrow, he knew...

All the American girls and boys, would wake up early and rush for their toys. And then, oh the noise! The noise! Noise! Noise! The Mexican girls and boys! Boys! Boys! Boys! Boys!

Then the Americans, young and old, would sit down to feast. And they'd feast, and they'd feast, and feast, feast, feast, feast! They would feast on dumplings, and rare kosher beast. Which the Trump couldn't stand at all, in the least!

And then, they'd do something he liked least of all. The Americans would come, the tall and the small. They would stand close together, with Christmas bells ringing. They'd stand, proud and tall, and they would start singing!

They'd sing, and they'd sing, and they'd sing, sing, sing, sing! And the more the Trump thought of this whole Christmas thing, the more that he thought he must stop this whole thing. "Why for seventy years, I've put up with it now. I must stop Christmas from coming, but how?"

Then he got an idea. The Trump got a wonderfully awful idea! "I know just what to do!" The Trump laughed with an accent. "I guess I'll just have to run for President! What a great Trumpy trick. With a tie and a pin, I'll look just like Obama! All I need is a VP." The Trump looked around, but since VP's were scare, there were none to be found. Did that stop old Trump? No! The Trump simply said, "If I can't find a VP, I'll make one instead!" So he called his pal Mike, and he took a red tie, and he made Mike wear it, both far and nye.

THEN, he donated money, and kissed some babies, in a ramshackle campaign, and he called upon Hades. The Trump said "Giddap!" and the campaign started down, toward the Americans sleeping, all night in their town.

He was not taken seriously, to begin the race. He had to make it through the primaries, without losing much face. He dispatched Ben Carson, Rubio, and Cruz. He won enough votes, and started to booze. He was the Republican nominee!

Now the real test began, he would have to face Hillary. He broke out all the stops, he fired up all the artillery. They had three debates, they said he lost all. HE fought many scandals, both small and tall. He had sexual assault suits, piling up at his door. He was losing ground, and much much more.

He was never completely of it, however, to our surprise. He kept finding ways, to push Hillary to her demise. The emails, Benghazi, and all her lies. He brought up over and over, and shoved them in our eyes. It was easy for him, to paint her as distrustful. This says a lot about her, but how he was disgustful.

Election day came, this was his chance! The Trump could ruin Christmas, and then he could dance. He wanted nothing more, than to hear silence on Christmas day. He fought and he fought, and he never lost his way.

Election day came, and it turned into night. The Trump took the Electoral College, and America could not believe their sight! He had won!

Christmas was ruined.

The end.