Dec. 24 at 11:19 PM
$SNDL $HITI $CGC $TLRY $ACB
Twas the night before Christmas, on Wall Street so grim,
Not a trader was cheering, the lights felt quite dim.
The tickers were hung by the monitors’ glare,
In hopes that a selloff soon would be there.
The short sellers nestled all snug in their chairs,
With visions of red candles filling the air.
Borrowed shares lined up, contracts all tight,
They whispered, “Friday… the crash will ignite.”
When out on the market there rose such a roar,
A rally exploded—then climbed even more.
Away to the screens they flew in a flash,
To check their positions… and pray for a crash.
The moon on the charts of green candles so bright
Gave dread to the bears watching through the night.
When what to their horrified eyes should appear,
But margin calls marching, relentless and near.
With a swift little market so lively and quick,
They knew in a moment—this squeeze was no trick.
More rapid than eagles the buy orders they came,
And the bulls shouted tickers and called them by name:
“Now SNDL! Now HITI! Now CGC, don’t falter!
On TLRY! On ACB! On stocks from the altar!
To the top of the chart! To the peak of it all!
Now run up! Run up! Run up—don’t fall!”
As shorts that before a wildfire must flee,
When met with a margin call—forced to buy free,
So up through the exchanges the prices they flew,
With accounts full of losses and panic there too.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the floor
The clatter of buy-ins—one click… then more.
As they drew in their breath and were turning around,
Their P&L vanished—no profits were found.
The market was dressed all in green, head to toe,
And their theses were tarnished with “told-you-so.”
Their models—how fragile! Their timing—askew!
Their confidence shaken, their losses grew.
A bundle of charts they had flung on their back,
And they looked like a trader just hit by a MAC.
Their eyes—how they widened! Their faces—how pale!
Their hopes were all crushed by the bullish prevail.
They spoke not a word, but went straight to the close,
Closed out their shorts as the price only rose.
And laying a finger aside of their nose,
They logged off in silence… accepting their woes.
Then they heard as the market rang out with delight,
“Happy gains to all—and to shorts… good night.”
