A visit from Donald Trump

It's that time of year again, and as a comeback special Macro Man is pleased to unveil this year's holiday poem:

'Twas the night before Christmas and the house was a dump;
"Let's leave," said the wife, "to escape Donald Trump."
The boxes were strewn through the house without care
In hopes that the moving guys soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of Ireland danced in their heads;
For Mamma had sold our place in the UK
In a big fit of pique on post-Brexit vote day.
When from the TV there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the living room I ran in my socks;
As I grabbed the remote I gazed up at the box.
The screen was as bright as a brilliant full moon
And I squinted, and stumbled, and started to swoon,
When what should appear but the leering visage
Of a smug politician- it was Nigel Farage!
And next to him, orange in the face like a prawn
I knew in a moment it must be The Don.
His hair danced like a kite in the stiff New York breeze
As he cleared his throat and read obituaries.
"Bye Bowie!  Bye Rickman! Bye Cohen and Glenn Frey!
"Bye Ali! Bye Prince! We can all hear the doves cry!"
Then he turned to his mate and said "Any from you?"
And Farage brayed out, "Bye-bye to the EU!"
As I dry-heaved and flipped on to my trading screen
To see stocks in free-fall gave me a pallid sheen.
But then up to the top-right of the chart they flew
While The Don took the credit he knew was his due.
Because, in a twinkling, the story it changed
And sellers turned buyers like madmen deranged.
'Cause for years Congress said that the deficit sucks
But now they and The Don will spend a trillion bucks?!?
I studied old Trump as he grinned on the channel
With his camel-hair coat and his scarf made of flannel.
A bundle of promises issued, forsooth;
Did they matter at all in this time of post-truth?
His eyes- how they glittered!  Trump Tower- how shiny!
His face, powdered orange and his hands were quite tiny!
He was jowly despite his claims to great health
And I pictured him shirtless in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a nod of his head
Suggested that liberals might have something to dread.
He started to speak and went straight to his work;
And I thought "the Chinese will think this guy's a jerk."
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the dollar it rose!
So too, bond yields, as longs started sellin'
And I thought "there's no way he'll re-appoint Yellen."
But I heard him exclaim as he walked though a gate
"Happy holidays all, and let's make macro great!"

Happy hols everyone, and best of luck in 2017.