'Twas the Night Before Christmas
Provided Courtesy of
P.R.O.V.E.

I wanted to share this with the list because it is an example of how one mother of a child who became autistic after vaccination is expressing herself to educate others .  It encourages me to see so many parents out there taking the education of vaccine risks that doctors are health officials are failing to do into their own hands and sharing their stories across cyberspace with parents everywhere.

Dawn Richardson-                                       
Parents Requesting Open Vaccine Education

Disclaimer:  If any name in this story resembles that of a multi-billion
dollar vaccine manufacturer,  it is purely 'coincidental'.  The author was
merely searching for a word that rhymed well with Jerks.

Twas the night before Christmas,
and all through Merks house,
not a study was completed,
not even on a mouse.
The  vaccines were injected,
hastily and without care,
in hopes that the mothers,
would not be aware.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while bacteria and viruses,
danced in their heads.
And mamma in her kerchief,
and I  in my cap,
had just settled down,
for our usual peaceful nap-------.
When from down the hall,
there arose such a clatter!
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to my child's  room, I flew like a flash,
tore off all his covers, what is wrong? I did ask.
My child was screaming, for why I didn't know,
he was so hot and sweaty, he had a toxin like glow.
When what before my wondering eyes did appear?
It was an allergic reaction, from his toe to his ear!
Being a sharp little mommy, very lively and quick,
I knew in a moment - it was from those triple-sticks!
More rapid than eagles, my anger did rise,
as I cursed and I shouted,
and called out bad names!
You Idiots!  You Jerks!
You are Harmful and Lame!
Injecting mercury in a child,
you must be insane!
To the triple combinations!
To vaccinating them all!
Now dash away!  dash away!
You've poisoned us all!

As I cope with my child,
like a wild hurricane he does fly,
so many odd behaviors,
he no longer looks me in the eye.
So back to my Pediatrician's,
me and my child we flew,
after days worth of tests,
it was Autism, ........ who knew.
When finally back home, I felt so aloof,
no more singing or pretending,....not under my roof.
Sometimes banging  his head,
sometimes spinning around,
he could climb over a fence,with a leap and a bound.
He could not handle touch,
on his head or his foot,
when he did keep on clothes,
they were often tarnished with soot.
A roomful of toys,  he doesn't really care,
he is happiest when alone,
acting as if we're not there.

I miss when his eyes they would twinkle!
How he would eat a strawberry!
He loved to smell roses, he would laugh and be merry.
Now his sweet little fingers,
can no more tie a bow,
why the change that occured?
Merk says they don't know.
As I listen to  their nonsense,
tongue pressed hard in my cheek,
I feel the smoke circling, my head like a wreath.
They are two faced and smelly,
they say they've researched,
their research  I'm afraid, is as solid as jelly.... .
With ego's so plump, they're like a pompous old elf:
And I  laughed when I listened to them,
in spite of myself.
With a  wink of their eye, and a twist of their head,
they assure us,  and lie to us,
that with vaccines, there's no dread!

I spoke not a word, as I set out to work,
to urge all the lawyers,
to sue the pants off of Merck.
Their shield was then lifted,
because of someone in Congress who knows,
and giving a nod,  the class-action suit arose.
Their testimony began,
"There's no evidence vaccines are scary!"
But our researchers they proved,-- quite the contrary.
The judge read the decision:
"You have stolen their health,
and for that we award parents, all of your wealth."
Merk sprang to their sleigh,
after they were denied an acquittal,
and away they all flew, like the down of a thistle.

In the courtroom mothers exclaimed,
as they held their children tight,
"Finally a Merry Christmas for all....
....and for all a Good Night!"

December 2000,  written by anonymous in Houston
- kinda like sleepless in Seattle.

Disclaimer:  If any name in this story resembles that of a multi-billion dollar vaccine manufacturer,  it is purely 'coincidental'.  The author was merely searching for a word that rhymed well with Jerks.