A Christmas Poem

              A Christmas Poem

   Author Unknown

‘Twas the night before Christmas

Santa had a full load.

Most requested gift?

The Uniform Commercial Code.

He got ready to fly and looked at the forecast.

Changed into his suit knowing soon he’d be gone fast.

The weather had changed, it was going to be breezy.

So he decided to chill and read….

The Uniform Commercial Code Made Easy.

Santa thought back on how things had changed.

In many ways things have lost all sensibility.

Remembering clearly the day he got sued

For breach of warranty of merchantability.

To his Code Santa had gone and he knew right away,

No case could be brought on any a day.

For Santa gave gifts, he never did sales.        .

A motion to dismiss would surely prevail.

Out into the night, it was time to depart.

Goods fully loaded in the Custom Made Cart.

As he loaded them up, there was no debating.

Name and address was clear on each bill of lading.

To many came checks of varying kinds.

A whole lot of fun for Santa to find.

Giving the checks was fun to implement for

He knew from the Code, the holder had gold

In that Article 3 negotiable instrument.

Indorsements required in all shapes and sizes,

Restrictive, Special and accommodation devices.

Day after day Santa knew the situation,

Each and every one would end up with negotiation.

On into the night Santa continued to fly

Never wondering whether or why.

He always knew, no matter the load,

He’d protect himself and the elves

With the Uniform Commercial Code.

Santa wishes the same for you.

That you might soar beyond Article 2.

Remembering always before you are done,

Wherever you are there’s Article 1.

And so as we leave

And you carry your load.

Rejoice in the fact

That you know the Code.

No matter how far,

No matter the direction.

There’s always an answer

There’s always a section.

Yes, my friends….

There’s always an answer

There’s always a section.

Merry Christmas