�Twas the week before Christmas, When all through the place, Shareholders were restless, They got in his face.
The stockings were hung near the [message] board with care, In hopes that results might actually be there.
Investors were groggy yet ready to spring, While visions of cash still went ring-a-ding-ding.
Again Paul in his suit with hat in hand, Continues the story throughout our great land.
When out in the market there arose such a clatter, They sprang to attention to see what was the matter. But after the dust settled down for the night, All we had to show were stock options not might.
The board continues with yah, da, da, da, With a few owners saying �all I want is my ma-ma-ma-ma.� While two firms actually put their toe in the pond, The rest of us hoped for a big magic wand.
Throwing lots of cash he called for the boys, To actually bring business instead of just toys. We�ve heard promises and promises and what would you guess? Just some conjecture and certainly not yet a mess.
It�s time for the ink to be applied to the paper, So we can prove this whole thing wasn�t just a caper. When we ask for more info we just hear �get bent�, And my patience is tried every time I check RENT.
This may be the year that we realize our dreams, I hope so otherwise we could really get creamed. So with that I will leave you for a long winter�s night, Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!