'Twas the Night Before Christmas

With the end of the year quickly approaching, I find myself with little to say.  It has been a better year than anyone predicted having skirted a recession, the next global crisis, and the pervasive doom and gloom that generates online clicks.  To that end I say good riddance.  Let 2024 be a new beginning and in the words of Yogi Berra, an appreciation that, "It's difficult to make predictions, especially about the future."  So, without further ado, I bring you ChatGPT’s delightful version of ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas – the stock market edition.

'Twas the night in the market, not a trader was stirring, In hopes that St. Bull soon would be whirring. The charts were all hung with precision and care, In hopes that high returns soon would be there.

The investors were nestled all snug in their beds, With visions of profits dancing in their heads. When out in the market, there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.

Away to the terminal, I flew like a flash, Tore open the headlines, threw up some cash. The moon on the tickers gave a soft market glow, As I settled in for a long night's market show.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. Down the chimney came St. Bull with a bound, In charts and stock options, he was tightly wound.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, Filled all the portfolios, then turned with a smirk. A wink of his eye, a nod of his head, Off to the next trade, he quickly sped.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, And away they all flew like the launch of a missile. But I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, "Happy trading to all, and to all a green night!"

With that we wish everyone a very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year.  We look forward to what 2024 will bring and appreciate each of you more than you know.  From all of us at Harvest, may your new year be filled with health and happiness. 

Bruce J. Mason, MBA