T’was the night before Christmas

And for three hard months long

Folks had occupied Wall Street

Ninety nine percent strong

The occupiers were mad

They had reason to be

When they looked at the system

They saw inequity

A young girl in Zuccotti

Shivering in the cold

Was kept warm by the notion

That her solutions were bold

Income redistribution

Or at least recompense

Economic reforms

It just made too much sense

As this girl stood her ground

Seven stories above

Was a banker who looked

On “Occupy” with no love

He looked down on the protests

And why shouldn’t he

From what he was hearing

“They’re all angry me!”

These people aren’t mad

With the bailouts and such

They just wanted a handout

They were asking too much

“If these protesters could see,”

As he thought to himself

“All the benefits wrought

From amassing such wealth”

He just can’t understand

Why the anger they vent

Was directed at him

And not the government

As the banker looked down

From his warm apartment

He locked eyes with our girl

And began to lament

Maybe he’d been hard hearted

He could see she was cold

But her strength of conviction

Was more precious than gold

She was staring up too

Consumed not with hate

But with a simple desire

To change America’s fate

And in that shining moment

The banker’s heart had a change

What he saw in her eyes

That was really quite strange

She was not like the rest

With their chants he abhorred

This girl was quite cute

He was also quite bored

So he popped on his coat

Though you think it is odd

To leave his warm apartment

Right where Wall Street meets Broad

When he got to the street

And walked up to the girl

She saw he was quite special

So she’d give it a whirl

Though she looked like a hippie

And he dressed like a dweeb

They figured that maybe

Just this one Christmas Eve

That’d they’d burry their difference

And together they went

To occupy a warm barstool

For their grievance was spent

For our hippie and banker

Their love didn’t last long

And you know there’s a message

In this Christmas love song

That it couldn’t have lasted

Though it’s nothing to fear

As I’m sure you must know

It’s an election year

Christmas has that effect

Making friends out of foes

And we’re warmed by each other

When the coldest wind blows 

For protester and banker

In the December frost

They could see in that moment

That not all hope was lost

Though they may disagree

And there’ll always be jerks

Most folks are good hearted

And the country still works

“Is that so,” say the skeptics

They think that’s an untruth

But for hippie and banker

They’re disagreements are proof

That they hold different values

And don’t vote the same way

The can all still love each other

Even just for one day

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