Loose parody of Poe's the Raven

Once upon a midnight dreary
Santa pondered weak and weary
over many a quaint and curious volume of
forgotten toys.

Santa nodded nearly napping
When suddenly there came a tapping
as if some one gently rapping,
rapping at his chamber door.
It's the reindeer,
Santa muttered only this and nothing more.

Ah how I do remember,
it was early December,
and each ghosts ember
from Christmas past
was dancing on Santa's parlor floor

Eagerly Santa wished the morrow,
vainly he sought to borrow
but his bank books filled with sorrow -
from the lost dollars
Who his brokers called the store.
Nameless here for ever more


Now came the rapping
no longer gentle tapping
much louder than before.
Still he mutter,
It's the reindeer,
only this and nothing more.

In all of winter fury,
animals did scurry,
and started pounding
on the old mans door.
Still he only muttered
this is the reindeer
nothing more

Santa's door finally flew open
Santa's heart was pounding
every echo, sounding, nevermore

In his bones there was shiver
no more could he deliver
toys to every child's door
He had lost all he owned
to the store,
nameless here forever more

Then in multi splendor,
each reindeer
Danced and pranced
through the door,
leaving shares of Microsoft
sproon all over the floor


making Santa,
to promise,
to invest,
never more