I Tried. . .

Dear Mr. President,

In years past, I always avoided presidential speeches in front of Congress.
"Why?" you may ask.

It becomes very difficult for me to sit through two hours of clapping to hear a 30 minute speech.
Yes, I would like to hear what you have to say and determine how it impacts my family; however, I get very tired of seeing all of the Jack-in-the-Boxes bounce out of their seats at your every other word.

This year, I decided to change my ways and watch anyway.
Secretly, I was hoping that my memories were wrong.
But no, the Jack-in-the-Boxes were there in full force.
At one point, I thought we would be graced with a dance number as it appeared that Nancy-baby was about to jump up on the desk behind you in her overwhelming excitement.

NOTE:
The one exception - the standing ovation for the soldiers.
For that one, I would sit through hours of clapping.

I may be wrong, but from the look on your face and how often you tried to talk over the clapping, you may have been a bit frustrated as well.

We tried to listen.
We tried to determine your plan for our Country's future.
We tried to find hope that we can recover.

We finally gave up and went to bed.
I will search the internet for your message. . .
Without the Jack-in-the-Boxes.

Namaste.