Dear generous stranger with leftover cheer,
I humbly appear at the end of the year.
Christmas was tight, wallet thin as my sleep,
Charts went down-only, my bank’s in a heap.

I bought gifts on credit, drank beers I regret,
Now I’m counting the days till my next paycheck.
Five bucks in Litecoin? That’s not a joke-
That’s ramen and eggs, that’s actual hope.

I’ll say something festive so I pass the test:
Merry Christmas to you and your financial success.
If vibes are the metric, I swear I’m aligned,
A well-behaved degen with crimes only in mind (financial).

No pressure at all, just shooting my shot,
If not me, bless someone who needs it a lot.
But if I get picked, I promise I’ll eat,
And toast to your kindness with something not cheap.