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John,
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the state,
Florida was glowing—bright red and first-rate.
The stockings were hung by the palm trees and pines,
In hopes that more freedom will be yours and mine.
We’ve turned this swamp into a Republican dream,
No more blue waves—just a big, bold red team.
From Miami to the Panhandle, we’ve crushed the left’s schemes,
Giving folks lower taxes and the American dream.
But up in Tallahassee, there arose a dark clatter—
The Dem Grinches are plotting to ruin what matters!
They’re scheming to tax us, regulate, and control,
Steal our freedoms and stuff coal in our souls.
Trump led the charge, made America great,
DeSantis kept fighting, we love our Free State.
Rick Scott in the Senate, battling the swamp,
Ashley Moody is a fighter, giving crooks a hard stomp.
James Uthmeier, sharp as a gator’s tooth,
Suing the woke corps and defending the truth.
Blaise Ingoglia, now CFO, a bulldog with a grin,
His FAFO plan’s slashing waste—let the cuts begin!
Jay Collins, Green Beret, tough as they come,
Lt. Gov. now—watch the bad guys run.
Danny Perez, wielding the Speaker’s gavel so grand,
Ramming through wins with a steady hand.
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