See, you just can't win!
Anyway, a hymn for the British bankers which I'm sure anybody with a little effort could alter to fit the country of your choice :costumes:
1. God rest you merry, bankers all,
Let nothing you dismay,
For Gordon Brown our Saviour
Is here to win the day,
To save you all from sub-prime horror
When you have gone astray:
O tidings of comfort and cash,
comfort and cash,
O tidings of comfort and cash.
2. In London Town, Canary Wharf,
Your bonus bless'd was born,
And paid despite all danger
Upon this blessèd morn,
The which we find most scary
To rouse the public's scorn:
O tidings ...
3. From Gord our heavenly Father
A blessèd lump sum came,
Yet unto certain bankers
Brought tidings of great shame,
How that in Northern Rock was born
A state-owned bank by name:
O tidings ...
4. The bankers at those tidings
Were troublèd much in mind,
And left their flocks a-losing
Their interest, bonds and mind,
Still took their parting bonuses,
Tax havens bless'd to find:
O tidings ...
5. But when to lending banks we came,
Whereat the Libor lay,
To borrow came a stranger,
No chance to make some hay;
Soon Bankers were a’kneeling;
To Mammon they did pray:
O tidings ...
6. Now to Our Gord sing praises,
All you within this place,
And with low tax, reducèd VAT
Much spendin' now embrace;
This holy tide of Christmas
To save the bankers’ face:
O tidings ...