'Twas the week before Christmas, the market ran hot,

With folks buying trees with the money they'd got.

They paid distinct premiums, frantic and rash,

Parting with bundles of hard-earned cold cash.

For a durable tree made of plastic and wire,

The price didn't matter, the demand was on fire!

But the day after Christmas, the hype faded fast,

The "need it right now" was a thing of the past.

The very same tree, in the very same box,

Was dropped by the merchant like plummeting stocks.

"Clear it out!" cried the seller, "The season is dead!

It’s dead inventory, a weight on my head!"

Along came a shopper, with a calm, steady gaze,

Who didn't get lost in the holiday craze.

He looked at the tree, now ninety-off sale,

And spotted the arbitrage there in the tale.

"The asset," he mused, "is unchanged by the date,

It’s the same sturdy branches, the same heavy weight."

"The crowd sees a nuisance to store in the hall,

But I see a bargain, the best of them all.

I’ll buy it for pennies while it’s out of style,

And store it away in the dark for a while.

For I know that December will return to the land,

And the value will rise when it’s back in demand."

The lesson is simple if you want to accrue:

Don't follow the mania; look for value.

Buy the durable asset when the crowd turns away,

Like a quality tree on a grim Boxing Day.

So heed now this simple financial advice,

Happy returns to you all, and to all a good price!

(Yes, AI did this for me... but i think you'll agree the talent was in crafting a good prompt! Right?)