You can see I have way to much time on my hands. Feel free to add to the Christmas cheer with your own carol.
Merry Christmas everyone.
(God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen)
God rest ye merry 'stachians
who save up all their pay
The FIRE we desire
won’t come this Christmas day
Invest the lot to grow your pot
And hear us when we say
Oh tidings of compounded joy, compounded joy
Oh tidings of compounded joy
From Sydney to Vancouver
Landladies and Landlords
We pay our costs and interest
And hope the values soar
Before we sell and cash our chips
So we can cut the cord
Oh tidings of compounded joy, compounded joy
Oh tidings of compounded joy
In ETF’s our faith is placed
We’ve no one else to blame
The stockmarket is falling
Keep buying all the same
How that in New York City
Lies fortune and lies fame
Oh tidings of compounded joy, compounded joy
Oh tidings of compounded joy
Fear not then, said the Mustache Man
Let’s reach a greater height
This day’s the day you’ll go and set
Your savings rate alight
To free all those who trust one day
In FIRE’s own delight
Oh tidings of compounded joy, compounded joy
Oh tidings of compounded joy
The forumites a listening
Kept in the back of mind
Delaying Christmas purchases
For pay-back in kind
We smiled and waved at the excess
With healthy pockets lined
Oh tidings of compounded joy, compounded joy
Oh tidings of compounded joy
With Christmas cheer our bellies full
Of salmon, bream and cray
We’ve saved enough to pay the loans
And never went astray
So now we spend on what we like
And deal with come what may
Oh tidings of compounded joy, compounded joy
Oh tidings of compounded joy
We watch the flow of dividends
We all pick up the pace
We bank all of the rental cheques
And cruise to end of race
You cross the tape and raise your glass
And FIRE’s what you face
Oh tidings of compounded joy, compounded joy
Oh tidings of compounded joy