T'was the fortnight before Christmas
And all through the pole
El Nino arrived and left a big hole
Santa’s product was good, but his marketing stunk
He hoped for salvation to get out of his funk
But his stockholding elves, tired of ink that is red
Had visions of buyout dance in their heads
Production has stalled and quotas weren’t met
Though Santa was worried, he wasn’t done yet
But try as he might, E.F. Hutton spoke
To tell one and all that Santa was broke
Christmas arrived with no stuff to unwrap
No gadgets or gizmos or other claptrap
But this wasn’t a Christmas in which to be sad
As the best gift of all is one we already had
It’s a smile and a hug that brings us true joy
And last a lot longer than any gizmo or toy
So turn to a loved one, whether nearby or far
And tell them a loved one is just what they are