Twas the night before baby jesus day – market structure style

’twas the night before Christmas, when all throught the market

not a bid was unfleeting, as no one would park it

the comment letters posted on the website with care

in hopes IEX could make equity trading fair
The exchange execs were nestled all snug in their beds

while visions of direct data fees all danced in their heads

and Ronan in his ‘kerchief, and Schwal in his cap

were shaking their heads at Citadels 3 loads of crap
When out on Tabb Forum there arose such a clatter

Brad sprung from his manger to see what was the matter

away from the markets the bids flew in a flash

the hfts creating a late season crash
the moon on the breast of the new fallen snow

gave the lustre of midday to objects below

when what to our wondering eyes should appear

but a shoe box of wire and a boat load of fear
with the fiction filled novel, so lively and thick

i knew in a moment retail fell for the trick

more rapid than eagles, the comment letters came

and nanex on twitter called them out by name

 now eric, now sal

now michael, now cifu

on sophia, on lauer

on guertin on matthew seal

to the top of the router

to the top of the table

no dash away! dasw away!

cause their not able
as the rhetoric before reasoned debate fly

when they meet with thoughtful cristism, lead to out cry

so up to the roof the ad hoc atacks flew

with an unfairly advantaged router, and St. Brad too.
merry christmas to all….
Kev