Twas the night before Christmas’

I’m not sure whether this is copy-righted stuff – but anyway just thought I’d share what I received in my mail today.  A brokerage today decided they’s spruce up their poetic skills and render all clients “A very Merry Christmas” in song.


‘Twas the night before Christmas and all across the Street,

There was nary a Like, and barely a Tweet.

The stocks traded up, fresh highs in the air,

With client hopes that bonuses soon would be there.


The analysts were hopeful, at home with their kids

That the taper wouldn’t cause stocks to skid.

When what to my wondering eye did I see,

Twitter stock more then doubling, led by @dickc.


Facebook’s new cash made the balance sheet fat,

But, would FB use it to buy young Snapchat?

Marissa’s soaring stock made her smile and cheer,

As visions of an Alibaba IPO formed for next year.


eBay’s Donahoe and Swan were smiling too,

As it looks like they had a much better 4Q.

Spencer of Zillow sat back in his chair,

Happy to see a growing market share.


When out on the roof there arose such a clatter,

I checked Huff Po Live to see what was the matter.

Then LinkedIn updates I searched in a flash,

But no answer was there, so to the window I dashed.


The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

So pretty I said, “Google Glass – record the below”.

When what to my wondering eye should appear,

Jeff Bezos’ drone copters delivering presents far and near.


Then I saw a market sage so lively and quick,

I new it was Cramer lickety-split.

More rapid then eagles his stock picks came,

And he whistled and shouted and called them by name:


“Now LinkedIn! Now Amazon!

Now Yahoo! And Google!

On Facebook! On Zillow!

On eBay and Twitter!

To the top of the charts, rise up high

Rise up far – buy, buy, buy”*


I sprang to my Droid phablet to Instagram the scene,

The Holidays were clearly the prominent meme.

Then I Tweeted to clients, as our stock picks felt right,

“Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!”


Happy Father’s Day

Wishing I had more time to spend with my father…Wishing I had spent more time with him in the past….Wishing all the peace and goodwill in the world to the person who always got me the best presents ever!


Memories of my Dad

– Rebecca D Cook

He wasn’t a hero,
Known by the world.
But a hero he was,
To his little girl.

My daddy was God,
Who knew all things.
And better than Santa,
With the gifts he’d bring.

I knew his voice,
Before I could speak.
And loved it when,
He would sing me to sleep.

Worth While

Harrison Fisher

It is easy enough to be pleasant, 

When life flows by like a song,
But the man worth while is one who will smile,
When everything goes dead wrong.
For the test of the heart is trouble,
And it always comes with the years,
And the smile that is worth the praises of earth
Is the smile that shines through tears.

It is easy enough to be prudent,
When nothing tempts you to stray,
When without or within no voice of sin
Is luring your soul away;
But it’s only a negative virtue
Until it is tried by fire,
And the life that is worth the honor of earth
Is the one that resists desire.

By the cynic, the sad, the fallen,
Who had no strength for the strife,
The world’s highway is cumbered to-day;
They make up the sum of life.
But the virtue that conquers passion,
And the sorrow that hides in a smile,
It is these that are worth the homage on earth
For we find them but once in a while.

Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Play Time

A woman's work is never done
"How many days has baby to play? 
Saturday, Sunday, Monday, 
Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, 
Saturday, Sunday, Monday." 

What does Baby do on Sunday? 
Baby sings and sings to Dolly. 

What does Baby do on Monday? 
Baby washes Dolly's clothes. 

What does Baby do on Tuesday? 
Baby irons Dolly's clothes. 

What does Baby do on Wednesday? 
Baby makes a cake for Dolly. 

What does Baby do on Thursday? 
Baby goes to walk with Dolly. 

What does Baby do on Friday? 
Baby makes a dress for Dolly. 

What does Baby do on Saturday? 
Baby plays all day with Dolly. 

What does Baby do on Sunday? 
Baby sings and sings to Dolly.

Source: The Pleasant Times


How true it is when I am sad
A little work can make me glad.
When frowning care comes to my door
I work a while and fret no more.
I leave my couch harassed with pain,
I work, and soon I’m well again.
When sorrow comes and vain regret,
I go to work and soon forget.
Work soothes the soul when joys depart,
And often mends a broken heart.
The idle mind soon fills with murk,
So that’s why God invented work.

Baby land

sweet baby
“How many miles to Baby-Land?”
“Any one can tell;
Up one flight,
To your right,
Please to ring the bell.”
“What do they do in Baby-Land?”
“Dream and wake and play,
Laugh and crow,
Shout and grow,
Jolly times have they!”
“What do they say in Baby-Land?”
“Why, the oddest things;
Might as well
Try to tell
What a birdie sings!”
“Who is the queen of Baby-Land?”
“Mother, kind and sweet;
And her love,
Born above,
Guides the little feet.”
-George Cooper