The Night Before Christmas By earlyapexer T'was the night before Christmas, When all thru the house, Not a specialist was stirring, or even a mouse; The order books were hung by their posts with care, In hopes that Mr. Market soon would be there. The analysts were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of candlesticks danced in their heads. From Mark Haines in the morning, to Ted David with "The Wrap" I just settled down to start watching this crap, When out from the floor arouse such a clatter, I sprang from my Quotron, to see what was the matter. Away to the ticker I flew like a flash, I logged on my account, and into my stash. The opening bell and new-fallen snow, Gave luster to the new day's trading below. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, But Louis Rukeyser and his Elves so dear. With Louis Rukeyser so witty and quick, And all of his elves, who needs St. Nick? Some bullish, some bearish, his coursers they came. He whistled, he shouted, and called them by name. Now, RALPH, LAZLO, FRANK, HARVEY, and MARY, BARBARA, BOB, MIKE, JOHN, and MARTY To all of his elves, he did give a call, Please..... Don't all turn bearish, And cause the great fall. Lou sprang from his chair, to his elves gave a whistle, And away they all went like the down of a thistle, But I heard him exclaim as he went out of sight, "Happy Trading To All, and To All A Good Night!!