‘Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the community,
Not a resident was stirring,
As they took all their meds early.
The offerings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that a PE firm or REIT would still dare,
The lenders were nestled all snug in their bed,
With visions of term sheets that would not leave them for dead,
And Cindy Baier in her kerchief and I with my pen,
Had just settled down to discuss, but when?
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
She sprang from the board room to see what was the matter,
Away to the window we flew like a flash,
And tore open the shutters to see who brought the cash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave a lustre of greed to the hedge funds below,
When what to our wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh with eight investors, oh dear!
And a little old driver with a hand full of disclaimers,
We knew in a moment it must be Bob Kramer.
More rapid than eagles his gang they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name.
Now Shankh, now George, now Eric and Wendy,
On Justin, on Rick, on Taylor and Debbie.
To the top of the deal tables, it could be a brawl,
Now dash away, dash away, dash away all.
So up to Wall Street his coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of spread sheets and a deal or two,
And then in a twinkling, the brokers were on hand.
It was Ryan and Chad, and Jim and Dan,
Jake and Ben, and old friends Mark and Josh,
With Binder, Saul and Clousing, oh my gosh!
Could a deal get done on this Christmas Eve?
Or would they need help from their old friend Steve,
The pandemic is over, with better times to come,
Let’s hope that 2023 is a bit more fun.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all!
