It twas the night before the fins, when all through the board
Not a poster was stirring, not even the bores.
The shares were held by those who cared,
In hopes that the Financials would soon be here.
The holders were dozing, eyes glued to their screens,
While pots of gold was all they seen.
Management silent, not saying a word,
Kept remaining quiet as a bird.
Frustration had set because no info had flowed,
Believers were relaxed for they know.
Soon morning came after a good night rest,
SNEY was about to change for the best.
Alarms went off, screens came to life,
It’s the fins, it’s the fins oh what a sight.
Some left but for those who stayed
The time is getting closer to getting paid.
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
