Santa's gift to us all

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not the click of a mouse. The stocks were hung by the chimney with care In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there. Investors were nestled all snug in their bed, While visions of profits danced in their head. And Funds were sleeping, and Stocks in repose, They had just settled down for a long winter's doze. When out of the market there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter. Stocks were gaining ... and Funds, the same, And old St. Nick was calling their name: "Now T, now TD, now F and BBD! On DOW, on NASDAQ, on S&P and TSE! To the top of the charts! To the top of the WALL! Now dash away, Stocks, dash away all!"