THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS
by self broker
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the netco house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a paul the mouse;
The stocks were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that mirical soon would be there;
The SEC was nestled all snug in its beds,
While visions of crooks danced in their heads;
And investors in plenty greif ', and some holdint the rap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
They sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and and said where the hell is the 85 mill in cash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the question whos guilty who knows,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny board of dirctors,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be paul up to a new (ccde) trick.
More rapid than eagles his fake Press releases they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Telatinos! now, Crobuset! now, NEtco and Voiplabs!
On, Global! on XRF! on, naked shorters and spring action!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now we got the cash! dash away! dash away all!"
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to a new PR lie,
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of toys, and Paul T too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and laughing of each little crook.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney paul t came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all with cash and loot;
A bundle of ccde stocks he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, do i smell sherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the bald of his head bounced light like the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like the horns of a thief;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a plate of spaghetti.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
for a second I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And revese split the stocks; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his middle 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 ran like an icbm missle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"thanks for the money yall, and to all a have a good life."
