December 24, 2018
Good day… And a Marvelous Monday to you… It’s Christmas eve-day, and so I remember as a young boy, being so darn excited that I thought it took a week for this day to become night… I love Christmas, always have, and hope to always will. The Currencies and metals have had a good run of it while I’ve been gone, as usual, but that’s not what I’m here to write about today… And that brings me to Pfennig Tradition for Christmas eve-day. I hope everyone has a blessed Christmas…
First, let’s do some caroling to help us feel the Christmas spirit…
White Christmas…
I’m dreaming of a debt free Christmas
Just like the ones I used to know…
Where gold kept debts from piling
And Congressmen were complying
To make America Great again we’re told…
The Christmas Song
Austerity budgets burning by an open fire
Our kids futures going up in smoke
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
Let’s me know it’s Christmas once more…
Silver Bells
What is wrong, What is wrong?
No one knows how to cut deficit spending…
It won’t be fun, It won’t be fun
Living with taxes that are never ending…
OK…
Enough caroling… here’s what you’ve all been waiting a year for…
T’was the night before Christmas
And all though the house
Congress is wondering
How, they can be quiet as a mouse
They’ve got gridlock
And it’s no fun to see
That the next two years
Will not be filled with glee.
The President is all snug in his bead
While visions of Trade Wars dance in his head
And I with my pfennig announcing so bold
And so quick,
With a line about price manipulation
I must be St. Nick!
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I sprang form my writing chair to see what was the matter
Chuck had been set free, of stifled writing
And the world was a better place but still quit frightening!
I went straight to work, filling stockings and then turning with a jerk
I had to find something to do since I no longer work!
To my darling granddaughter, Delaney, You’re so sweet and kind
And always willing to hug me but will there come a time
When you’re too old to hug St. Nick?
I hope not, because I love you to pieces!
To grandsons Everett and Braden, you two are so much fun
I wish I had your energy to run and run and run…
To Kathy, who’s always been the love of my life
And doesn’t like me talking about her, my wife…
To Dawnie, you’ll always be my little girl.
I’m glad you decided to give teaching a whirl!
To Andrew, the swimmer and water polo player
You’ve become such a wonderful coach,
There’s no one that could approach
Your record of winning and building youg men
Who come back to see you now and then.
To Alex, the wonder child, I’m so darn proud
You’re going to be a doctor! Then I’ll shout
Dr. Alex, please help me with my sore back
And he’ll be the best, and that’s a fact Jack!
To Rachel, and Jerry, and even newcomer, Grace
You all are perfect matches for my kids
And now it’s a big, big race
To see who gets to open their presents first!
Finally, I climb to the rooftop and stumble
For I forgot my friends, I don’t want them to rumble
There just too many to name
But I love you all just the same!
And I can’t forget to stuff a stocking
For all my dear Pfennig Readers
They’ve been so kind through the years
With prayers and layers
Of kindness and friendship, I am so lucky!
I would love to give each the gift
Of peace and love and friendship
To a life without debt piling on,
And a healthy life must I go on?
For the Government, and economy I hope good things
But I have to say ,that’s just wishing, and hopin’ and thinkin’ and prayin’
Plannin’ and dreamin’ These rate hikes will help…
They just came too late and now… Well…
Oh, forget about it St. Nick
It’s Christmas time, who cares?
So, I turn to blow out the candle’s wick
And think about all the Christmases I have seen
As good old jolly St. Nick!
And you could hear him exclaim as he flew out of sight…
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!
I end each year’s note with the same line… May the light of faith, and the warmth of heart be your gifts this Christmas…
Chuck Butler – Christmas 2018