...... TIS THE SEASON FOR -- SMACKDOWN !
-- not.
C'mon, what were you thinking?!?!?
That Slider don't have no Christmas spirt!?!
Twas the night before Christmas, and oh was it chilly,
Not a speculator was stirring, not even freeloader billy.
The yellow stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Sinclair’s golden angels, soon would be there.
The bugs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of magnets and $1686 danced in their heads.
Bears in their ‘kerchiefs, and I in my skull & crossbones cap,
Had just settled our straddles and puts, in for a long whipsaw nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of yellow objects all laden below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a false breakout rally, and eight tiny gold-deer.
With eye’s so big, and ever so bright,
I knew in a moment, twas just more bugs in headlights.
Led on by "free puts" and told to "hold tight"
Only to get whipsawed, and shaken out in the night.
They still said, "Go away basher and shorts with your fixin's,
We're following Sinclair, Casey, Donner and Blitzen!
On Dasher! On Dancer! On Prancer and Vixen!
To the top of the range! to the top of them all!
Gold dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
Whether or not, you're still holding tight,
................Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
SliderOnTheBlack
PS: I'll be back after New Years... with a little surprise for Bull and Bear alike.
~~~~~~~~~~~ Happy Holidays ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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