My financial life story in a nutshell: I had a small sum in an IRA, earning no interest, so I decided to invest in something. I like Starbucks. Good coffee. A unique and sound business model. Shares at a price I can afford. So I bought ten of them. A day or so later, Donald Trump criticizes Starbuck’s taking Merry Christmas off their cups. My shares drop in value.
Now I will certainly not vote for Trump, not that I meant to anyway. Still, I wish him Merry Christmas. And for all who will miss reading “Merry Christmas” on a cup, I will provide something longer and more satisfying. By Christina Rosetti:
The Bleak Midwinter
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan,
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone;
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow,
In the bleak midwinter, long ago.
Our God, Heaven cannot hold Him, nor earth sustain;
Heaven and earth shall flee away when He comes to reign.
In the bleak midwinter a stable place sufficed
The Lord God Almighty, Jesus Christ.
Enough for Him, whom cherubim, worship night and day,
Breastful of milk, and a mangerful of hay;
Enough for Him, whom angels fall before,
The ox and ass and camel which adore.
Angels and archangels may have gathered there,
Cherubim and seraphim thronged the air;
But His mother only, in her maiden bliss,
Worshipped the beloved with a kiss.
What can I give Him, poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd, I would bring a lamb;
If I were a Wise Man, I would do my part;
Yet what I can I give Him?
I will give my heart.