RE: Have a merry SYME Christmas, don’t choke on your turkey24 Dec 2021 21:04
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse;
The shares were all banked in HL and with care,
In hopes that AZ and Tom James soon would be there;
To deliver the goods and make us all rich
With Syme, their international pitch.
The investors were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of ferrari’s and lambo’s danced in their heads;
‘21 has been a year of expansion
A long haul towards buying a mansion,
Working hard to bring our Inventory Monetisation,
So we could spend time on vacation
IM platform to market, after pilot in Italy
Skilfully, dizzily, giddily, tinselly, perhaps a holiday in Sicily
The wheels are in motion for IM’s here too
As well as the MENA region, a Shariah-compliant avenue
they welcomed ISPB Morval, it’s true, it’s true,
and we welcomed TradeFlow to the Supply@ME Group
John Collis and Tom James, what a scoop
Plus top names in the fintech, trade and finance sector
Coyle, Kavanagh, Buxton, Benning, Bonini, Brown, mmm, nectar
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a huge sleigh, and eight reindeer,
With an Italian driver, in magnificent sled
I knew in a moment, it must be AZ
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! on, Cupid! on, Donder and Blitzen!
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of shares, and St. Nicholas 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 AZ came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of shares he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.
His eyes—how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled shares in the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like a ballistic missile
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."