SI The Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas
and all through the threads
Not a creature was stirring,
Not even the Feds
The stocks were all bought
and purchased with care
In hopes that the market would rise
In the coming new year.
The share holders were nestled
All snug in their beds,
While visions of multi baggers
Danced in their heads.
Sophie in deep sleep
and Randy in REMS,
Dreamed of stock options
Kimberlites and gems
When out at Snap Lake
There arose such a clatter,
The caribou stood up
To see what was the matter.
Away to the south
There was a bright flash,
As a John Deere tractor
Came north in a dash.
.
The moon on the breast
Of the new-fallen snow
Gave the luster of diamonds
To objects below,
When what to my wondering
Eyes should appear
But a mini submarine
Pulled by nine shareholders sincere.
With a little old driver
So lively, so wise and so sprite
I knew in a moment
It must be Saint George Trompite
More rapid than ptarmigan
The course they came.
And he whistled and shouted
And called them by name
"Now, Fixer! Now, Goldfinger!
Now Surething! Now Fishman!
On, Marcos!! On, Alfonso!
Yo, Tomato! Yo Bill and that Chris man!
To the top of the hill
To the top of the lake!
Now pull away, pull away,
Pull away, all!"
As brex posters before
The last great fall,
They toiled away,
And gave it there all,
So up to Snap Lake
They came in a hurry
With the sleigh full of gear
And Saint George in a flurry.
And then, in a twinkling,
I heard on the ice
The scraping and clawing
Of the ice augers first bite.
They all worked together and a hole they opened
and then they lowered down the mini sub they had found
Down through the thick ice down it went
For down to the bottom of Snap it was bound.
The mini sub disappeared from sight
And a hush fell over the share holders near
As they watched, a few bubbles rose
From the lakes dark and murky depths dear
When suddenly the sub resurfaced
And George flung open the hatches
And he looked like an arctic hare
Who had found the mother of all carrot patches.
His eyes, how they twinkled!
His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses,
His nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth
Was drawn up like a bow,
And the stubble on his chin
Was as white as the snow.
A piece of the illusive pipe
He held tight in his hand
A shout from the share holders
Broke the silence like a brass band.
George pulled out his mortar and pestle
And the kimberlite down he ground
Then sieved the fine powder when
Out popped the biggest diamond ever found.
It sparkled and it shone
It was so big and bright
It was a marvel to behold
As it flashed in the northern light
A wink of his eye
And a twist of his head
Soon gave them all to know
they had nothing to dread.
They spoke not a word
but went straight to their work,
They emptied the sub
Of all its kimberlite irk
Then laying a finger
Aside of his nose,
George gave a nod,
Onto the John Deere they all rose
The old engine sprang into action
To his team he gave a sign
And away they all roared
quickly leaving the scene of the crime.
But I heard them exclaim,
Ere they drove out of sight
"We'll divide up the diamonds
Once we get outta sight."
MERRY XMAS TO ALL
AND TO ALL GOOD NIGHT!!!!! |
