Twas The Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas', and all down Wall Street, not a trader was stirring, not even a short;
The stocks were all bought and nestled away, In hopes that MONDOMAN soon would be there;
The longs were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of burnt-shorts danced in their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled down with a stoggie to smoke,
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 mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny shorts, With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name: "Now, WARREN! now, STANLEY! now, SOROS and SAL SELL! On, DPPL! on QUE THREE!, and COSTELLOS!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
"As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of stocks, and St. Nicholas too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little short.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, and his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of stocks he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a trader just opening his wallet.
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 beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
that shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old short,
and I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, and filled all the
stockings with money; then turned with a jerk, Laying his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, and away they all flew up like Zitel has done.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
George Soros is buying, George Soros is buying,
"It's Zitel." he shouted real loud and real clear, I knew from his sounds
Twas the tip of the year.
I rushed in the house and got on the phone, called up my broker, I wasn't alone.
"Put in that order! and do it real Quick, That tip came from Santa, Yep,
Saint Nick."
Fore night was over, I knew it was true, Up 200%, Man how it flew.
But in the background, came through loud and clear, the sound of those tiny screaming shorts.
It was Santa, I knew it, could tell by his call, He was screaming:
Merry Christmas, Merry Christmas to all.
Don't take this to serious. Happy Holidays to all!!!!!!!!!
Jay |
