PRESENTING: Art Cashin’s annual Christmas poem featuring the Patriots, bitcoin, and Trump’s tweets

‘Tis four days before Christmas

and at each brokerage house

The only thing stirring

was the click of a mouse

Down on the Exchange

the tape inches along

Brokers bargained and traded

as they hummed an old song

The Fed hiked in December

as they said they would do

They plan to hike again next year will we see three or just two

The Astros took the series

and the Pats took the bowl

But Tiger still struggles

to get the ball in the hole

Bitcoins just exploded

we saw self-driving cars

Elon Musk has a new plan to take us to Mars

The Prez keeps on tweeting on all kinds of stuff

But the White House staff tells him enough is enough

No more will kids marvel

at elephants or a clown

The circus is no more

Barnum and Bailey shut down

There were hacks by the million lots of floods, lots of fires

If you look at all that stuff

there’s not much that inspires

From Weinstein through Lauer there was little to cheer

But it’s Christmastime, Alice and Santa is near

So stop looking backwards

have a cup of good cheer

And kiss you a loved one

raise your hopes for next year

And resist ye Grinch feelings let joy never stop

Put the bad at the bottom

keep the good on the top

So count up your blessings along with your worth

You’re still living here

in the best place on earth

And think ye of wonders

that light children’s eyes

And hope Santa will bring you that Christmas surprise

So play ye a carol

by Mario Lanza

Unless you are waiting

to celebrate Kwanzaa

Hanukkah’s just ended

and Ramadan’s gone

Different folks, different holidays yet each spirit lives on

Whatever your feast is

we hope you all still

Find yourself just surrounded by folks of goodwill

Friday, as the bell rings

hark to your heart’s call

And as Santa would shoutMerry Christmas to All!

Elena Holodny contributed to this story.