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To: Jerry Olson who wrote (4742)	11/18/2000 1:29:06 PM
From: CharlieChina	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 8925

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To: Jerry Olson who wrote (4742)	11/19/2000 12:31:10 PM
From: Teri Garner	Read Replies (4) \| Respond to of 8925

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a retail investor was biting, not even a mouse. Their portfolios were sinking and yet they had not a care, cause the analysts and CNBC guest host all promised gains would soon be there. The little investors drank their cool aide (mugs in their beds), While visions of small profits danced in their heads. And momma in nightgown and I in my socks Had settled our brains from worries 'bout stocks' When out from 'Squawk Box' there arose such a chatter; I sprang from my hot tub to see "what's the matter?" Away to my den, I flew from the shower; To open my Windows, to fire up the power. The brightness and glow of the brightly lit screen, Gave luster like emeralds to my portfolio of green. When what to my aching red eyes should appear, But a story of a very bad year. With two years of gains all gone so quick, I prayed for a moment, "that it was all just a trick." More rapid than lightening the downgrades did come, And they whistled and rattled just like an old drum. Now Microsoft, Dell, WorldCom, the 'Nets, all crashed and went down faster then comets and Lear jets. And suddenly on 'Market Wrap', with Maria in tears, A "ho #@!%& #@!%& ha ha ha" a sleigh bell and something like deer(s). As I clicked on the icons and surfed all around, Up on the small screen came St. Nick with a bound. He was covered in red and he looked pretty sad; for he was a long and this crash made him mad. A bundle of losses he had in his sack; And he looked like he'd traveled to Wall Street and back. The monitor, it twinkled! My mood, was not merry! But then "momma" saw all those "zero's," and 'twas very "scary!" When she grimaced and winced , and shook her fair head, She let me know I had plenty to dread. She asked if I forgotten the one tip she gave me; As long as you live don't listen to CNBC. Then without one more word, she left really quick; And I was alone with ole jolly St. Nick. But pointing his finger straight out at my nose, He launched into most shocking preacher man prose: "Poor little Investor what did you do? You lost all our fortune and now we are through. Twas all but a game, a game we have lost; the pros they have left, with more than their cost. For unlike you, they did not get greedy; and thus they are now not so needy. This lesson you learnt will last a long time. Much longer than this stupid ole rhyme." With that he sprang up, and jumped in his sleigh; cursing the bears as he faded away. But I heard him exclaim, ere he morphed out of sight, if you believe CNBC you will never be right!