From Art Cashin of UBS:

‘Tis two days before Christmas
and at each brokerage house

The only thing stirring
was the click of a mouse

Down on the Exchange
the tape inches along

Brokers bargained and traded
as they hummed an old song

The Fed kept on printing
yet few jobs did appear

But it’s time to move on
so they’ll taper next year

Boston won the World Series Baltimore took the Bowl

But Tiger still struggles
to get the ball in the hole

From Bitcoins to Binge-viewing brand new things did occur

And the Prez took a selfie
that caused quite a stir

There was a government shutdown most folks called it a sham

And to slow down the Senate
a guy read “Green Eggs and Ham”

In Cleveland three women finally freed of their fears

Held captive by a mad man for nearly ten years

The Pope said he resigned
an occurrence quite rare

A new Pope named Francis new sits in that chair

Back tried Spitzer and Weiner they brought little to cheer

But it’s Christmastime, Alice and Santa is near

So stop looking backwards
have a cup of good cheer

And kiss you a loved one
raise your hopes for next year

And amidst all the trading
Christmas themes we will heed

And share our good fortune with families in need

And tomorrow they’ll pause as we wait on the bell

To sing a tradition
a song for old “Nell”

Don’t let this year’s problems impede Christmas Cheer

Resolve to be happy
throughout the New Year

And resist ye Grinch feelings let joy never stop

Put the bad at the bottom
keep the good on the top

So count up your blessings along with your worth

You’re still living here
in the best place on earth

And think ye of wonders
that light children’s eyes

And hope Santa will bring you that Christmas surprise

So play ye a carol
by Mario Lanza

Unless you are waiting
to celebrate Kwanzaa

Hanukkah’s over
And Ramadan’s gone

Different folks, different holidays yet each spirit lives on

Whatever your feast is
we hope you all still

Find yourself just surrounded by folks of goodwill

Tuesday, as the bell rings
hark to your heart’s call

And as Santa would shout Merry Christmas to All!

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4 Responses to “‘Tis two days before Christmas”

  1. stonedwino says:

    Art Cashin is a treasure in more ways than one. Good stuff…from market wisdom to poetry.

  2. missed the attribution, at the top..

    thought it ~”must be Cashin..”

    and, lo, it was

    the Man is a Good Dude.

  3. protonrick says:

    As impressed as I should be to think that the honorable old geezer drinker could climb out of a martini glass and still know which end of a pen to use on his famous cocktail napkins, I sincerely doubt that he wrote this himself.

    Not that I give a hoot.

    And the writer forgot or ignored or doesn’t know the real holiday here and the people who celebrate it:
    the Winter Soltice.

    But what do I expect, anyway?

    Be good, and buy something.

  4. Robert M says:

    Do you have an entry for finance songs? Oldie from from the PHLX 5/3/90


    Old books for sale or rent
    Seats to let- two percent.
    No puts, no calls, no shows
    I ain’t got no place to go.
    Ah but two hours of waitin’ round
    Buys a 10-lot spread when the broker’s found
    I’m a man of means, by no means
    King of the wheel.

    Third up on the chalks today.
    Waiting for a prize to come my way.
    Kicked out of every trade;
    I’m new and my dues ain’t paid.
    I read old tickers I have found
    Trades so bad that they astound.
    I’m a man of means, by no means
    King of the Wheel

    I know every floor broker in every firm.
    All of the traders, and all that they’ve learned.
    And every sweet trade in every stock.
    And always I jump in when edge there’s a lot.
    I sing

    Old books for sale or rent
    Seats to let- 2 percent.
    No puts, no calls, no shows.
    I ain’t got no place to go.
    Ah but two hours of waitin’ round
    Buy’s a to-lot spread when the broker’s found
    I’m a man of means, by no means
    King of the wheel.