T’was the night before Christmas and in San Ramon
This real estate agent was working the phone
The rest of the city in calm celebration
While he was sweating his next presentation
The people that answered we’re really put out
More than one gave him a shout
But on he went with desperate cold-calling
While his market share kept on falling
The market was bad much worse than slow
The reason he snapped, another FSBO
His Google campaign was on the ropes
Down the drain were all his high hopes
He started blogging late in life
It didn’t take much, but cost him his wife
She suffered through his pager affair
But all this posting was going nowhere
It was getting late, his eyes were sore
He’d SEO’d until about four
His meta-tags were looking great
He had no clue to the day or the date
The weather was pouring an Active Rain
Scripts and dialogues haunting his brain
He’d hit a wall and couldn’t keep going
His efforts were zip, not even a showing
So out the door and into the night
When a rush of wind gave him a fright
And what to his bloodshot eyes should appear
But an empty sleigh and eight standing reindeer
A jolly fat man was walking his way
He hadn’t a clue what he should say
He stuck out his hand, a little too quick
The portly fellow said he was Nick
He lived in the north and was tired of the cold
And was looking to move his entire household
Something with acreage and a great big house
And a modern kitchen for his spouse
The agent noted the wants and needs
And said he’d email all the good leads
It was all beginning to seem unreal
But he and Nick inked the deal
Nick had to hurry and be on his way
So he ran out the door, back to the sleigh
But he cried out a thanks as he flew out of sight
I’m certainly glad you stayed up tonight
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Peace, Joy and Strength
Happy Holidays Kids :)
I liked the poem. Which one of you wrote it?
Scott