As the markets start to close down for the holiday, we end the year with our usual Stratton Street poem. Thank you all for your continued support. As usual the desk will be manned all the way through, should you have any requirements.
To the tune of Good King Wenceslas.
Good King Trumpie did look out
On the Feast of Stephen
Where the tariffs lay round about
Deep and crisp and even
Brightly shone the Fed that night
Though their costs were cruel
When another trade deal came in sight
Gathering hopes and economic winter fu-e-l
Hither Powell, to stand by me,
If thou know'st what’s good for you
Yonder peasant, who is the chair
Whom I put forth to his dwelling.
Sire he lives in the Eccles Build DC
By the cash mountain, that the bank it be
Sire by your own hand he still lives there.
Bring me fair trade, bring me a new term
Bring me not an impeachment, hither
Thou and I shall see rate cuts
When we bear Powell, hither
By the magic of twitter, they will hither
Let them all know they will answer or they will go
Sire the night is darker
The truths come forth, and legal eagles doth fly
I now know the power of twitter
I wish Hilary had come doth
The email winds blow stronger
Fails my Russia, Fails my Ukraine and Biden
I know not how,
But Sire another term beckons
Unless “you're fired” and told go “hither”.
Total change of tune---
Jingle bells, Jingle Bells, Jingle all the way
Oh what fun it is to see my Stratton Street Managers win for me all day.
Happy holidays, see you all in the New Year. We will be back with the Daily Update on 6th January 2020.