Ho, Ho, Ho, and a happy recession to all

’TWAS the nightmare before Christmas, when all through Leinster House, not a cabinet creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

Stockings had been hung on the gates with great care by the old, the cold and those thrown on the dole — in hope that a national recovery plan would soon be put there.

The ministers were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of index-linked sugar-plums danced in their heads.