It's Christmas Eve day, time to take a break from the boards and hope you all have the opportunity to spend some quality time with your loved ones. A gift for all the insight and sanity from the board and its moderators, I leave you with this:

A Visit from Nader

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thru the Covid ravaged land
All that Fauci had was a BP vaccine in hand;
The CYDY stock price was dangling from the chimney by a hair,
In hopes that an uplist soon would be there.
The shorts were nestled all snug in their slimy beds;
While the financial sword of Damacles hung over their heads;
And mamma in her 'kerchief and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long hauler induced winter nap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to the objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a flying Delorian pulled by eight tiny reindeer,
With a little Persian driver dressed like a waiter,
I knew in a moment it must be Dr. Nader.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Brothen! Now, Burger! Now, Mulholland and Rae! On, Rahman. On, Colachis. On, Bitar and on Ray!
To the top of the windows. To the wall! 'Til the sweat drips down my ba....(sorry, wrong rhyme).
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the housetop the coursers they flew
With a bag full of hopes and dreams, and Dr. Patterson too ---
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Dr. NP came with a bound.
He was dressed all in leather, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of indications he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a vacuum salesman just opening his pack.
His eyes - how they twinkled! His dimples, how quaint!
His glasses colored like roses, his nose like a date!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a smirk,
The first time you see him, you might think he's a jerk.
The stump of a hookah pipe he held in his teeth,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath;
He had a tan face and a Covid lock down belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He wasn't that chubby, but a right jolly little fella,
And I laughed when I saw him, because I also have been eating too much Nutella;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke a lot of rambling words as he talked about the miracle of Pro-140,
And mocked all the doubters with guarantees that he'll beat the rate of mortality.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his Delorian, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight -
"Happy Christmas, Kwanzaa, Chanukah, Festivus to all, and to all a good night!"