an Avid Christmas
T'was the night before Crashmas
When all through Avid
Not a creature was stirring,
'Cept Humble who's rabid.
Dot.coms were thrown
On the fire in despair,
In the hope that the bulls
Would soon join them there.
Excal lay prostrate,
too weak to shout,
TA had blown her portfolio out.
While down on the street
The crowds were a clatter,
Reer! Sam!,
Pray, what is the matter?
I sprang to my station
Quick as a flash,
To find my portfolio
A terrible smash.
The gloom on the crest
Of the new fallen stock,
Did little to stop
My deepening shock.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a vision of the morrow,
Devoid of good cheer.
More rapid than rockets,
Downward they went.
Avid, dear Avid,
What have you sent?
Now Intel, now Micron,
Now high yield ribald,
Durables, uninsurables, uncurables all.
As mercury before a wild blizzard does drop,
I said to myself,
Where does it all stop?
While out of the windows
the Avids they jumped,
Joining their trademates
All battered and crumped.
And then in a twinkle
I heard someone spoof,
It's now almost over,
We're 'bout out of goofs."
My eyes are glazed over,
My dimples are sunk,
My wallet's all wasted
From far to much junk.
I spoke not a word,
But went straight to my work,
And filled all the trash bins
with bullish ole jerks.
And raising a finger
Up from it's kin,
I saluted the moo-moos
As they tumbled down the bin.
And I heard them exclaim
As they sank out of sight:
"Merry Crashmas to Avids
and to all a good night."
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