Win us with honest trifles

Junior mining, Christmas Eve, 2014

‘Twas the night before
Christmas and through the exchange
Not a miner was
stirring, ne’er in trading range;
The geologists were
hung by the neck with care,
In hopes that the
engineers soon would be there;
The CEOs were nestled
all snug in their beds;
While visions of cheaper
options danced in their heads;
And CFO in her
‘kerchief, and COO in his cap,
Thought Kondriateff
winters, not merely cold snap.

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