'Twas the day before Chrsitmas, and throughout Freddie Mac
Not a mortgage was paying, not one was on track.
Lobbyists were hung by the Capitol with care,
In the hopes that Ben Bernanke soon would be there.
Executives were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of bailout checks danced in their heads.
And Charles with his bonus, and Mike with his cash,
Had just settled down for a big Christmas bash.
When on CNN there arose such a clatter,
They dropped their champagne to see what was the matter.
Away to the tickers they flew with a zip,
To call up their friends, and dish out stock tips.
Reflection from forehead on their rosy-red faces,
Gave the lustre of wealth in their once-dready places.
When what, to their wondering ears surely said,
An endless financial commitment from the Fed!
With a little old driver, both confident and swanky,
They knew in a moment it must be Ben Bernanke!
More rapid than eagles his edicts they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, commanding by name:
"More billions! Guarantees! No fees or interest!
Portfolio reduction, and uncapped blank checks!
Pass right over congress! No need for debate!
Now dash away! Dash away! Save U.S. real estate!"
As dollars that before the recession will fly,
When they meet with a credit crunch, pile up on high,
So up to the top of the market they flew:
The taxpayer money, and the Fed Chairman, too.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the news,
That Fannie and Freddie have nothing to lose.
But they sighed great relief when they looked up to spy
The chairman had arrived with a glint in his eye!
He was dressed in a suit, a thick beard 'round his chin,
And his clothes were all lined with new-mint Benjamins.
A bundle of cash he had flung on his knee,
Still warm from the presses, shipped straight from D.C.
His eyes--how they twinkled! his moustache how merry!
The suitcase was leather, the new bills were cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a grin,
And snow-colored hair was where black had once been.
The embers of finance he held tight in his paws,
And the smoke, it encircled his head like white jaws.
But he wasn't afraid of a fiscal meltdown,
For the lips on his face never met with a frown.
He was smiling and bright, right jolly and tall
Our friends laughed when they saw him, in spite of it all;
The strength of the dollar in the hands of the Fed
Soon gave them to know they had nothing to dread.
He spoke the last word, and went straight to his work,
And filled all their coffers, then turned with a jerk,
And laying a finger on the side of his head,
And giving a nod, he flew back to the Fed.
So Christmas came early for our friends here that night,
So grateful they were for the state's underwrite.
Chuck, Mike, and Bernanke, all shouted with glee:
"No need for financial responsibility!"
A Parody by Erik Fogg
Original, "The Night Before Christmas,"
by Clement Clarke Moore or Henry Livingston.
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