Nightmare of a White House Christmas
A long empty hallway, lined with dead white leafless trees, more starkly underlit than Bela Lugosi’s nostrils. Thin twisted branches throwing eerie shadows, reminding us of the trees that attacked a terrified Snow White as she ran through the forest at night. Merry Christmas, America!
Melania Trump, in a white costume with sinister sleeves borrowed from Narnia — always winter, never Christmas — stares glassily at something just out of focus. Perhaps her gaze is falling on some immigrant reindeers about to be eviscerated in front of a handful of visiting carol singers.
