‘Twas the night before Christmas, all were in the investors’ suite
Where prospects of profits and returns were sweet
The spreadsheets were laid out by the laptops with care
In hopes that new ventures soon would be there
The analysts were nestled, with data in hand
While visions of acquisitions were carefully planned
The reports and LevinPro metrics, all neat in a row
Prepared for the meetings where dollars would flow
When out in the market there arose such a clatter
I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter
Away to the monitors I flew in a dash
To make sure the market did not crash
The screens shown bright with the latest news feed
As I scrolled through new offerings with incredible speed
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a seniors housing broker, with insights so clear
With detailed analysis, so lively and quick
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick
More rapid than new forecasts his courses they came
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name
Now equity, now debt, now REITs and bonds
On dividends, on yields, on loans and beyond
To the top of the charts, to the top of the yield
Now dash away, dash away, let our fate be sealed
As projections before the wild earnings reports would fly
When they met with the forecast, and mount to the sky
So up to the Board room the investors flew
With briefs full of deals, and St. Nicholas too
And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the hall
The prancing and strategizing of an investor’s call
As I drew in my head, and was turning around
Down the corridor St. Nicholas came with a bound
He was dressed for a closing, from his head to his foot
Clean as a whistle, not a speck of black soot
A bundle of OMs he had flung on his back
And he looked like a banker just opening up his sack
The reports he held tight, in hand firm and steady
Giving nods and winks, his offer was ready
He had a sharp mind and a little round belly
That shook when he talked, as if just from the deli
He was keen and wise, a right jolly old pro
And I smiled when I saw him, as the numbers did flow
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know the deal was not dead
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the ledgers, then turned with a jerk
And laying his finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, out of the meeting he rose
He sprang to his limo, to his team he gave a whistle
And away they all drove, looking all so blissful
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight
Happy investing to all, and to all a good night
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone, and good luck next year, it should be a good one. And remember,
Thrive in ’25
Bricks and Sticks in ‘26
