They should have been asleep snug in their beds
But visions of profits danced in their heads.
Cyclers, matrices, downline builders, ad packs,
Their desks strewn with half-eaten Christmas snacks.
When out of the browser arose such a clatter
I clicked on the tab to see what was the matter.
Someone had decided to use sound and flash
When all they really needed was a splash.
A pro marketer was loudly saying “Get in quick”
I knew in a moment that he was far too slick.
He was promising riches and rewards too great
Experience told me I was already far too late.
Go away Spammers, Scams, Ponzis and HYIPs
With your over the top claims and extortionate fees.
The stories you tell are far too tall,
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all
And then, in a twinkling, I heard the call of a tweet.
Santa Claus was requesting that we should meet.
I hardly had time to share the news on Linked In
When down the chimney he came with a din.
I had forgotten to move the electric fire
And around his neck was wound the wire
He had a red nose and big bump on the head
But his half-hearted ho ho ho indicated he was not dead.
His pipe was gone, instead he was chewing quit smoking gum
His once festive clothes were shabby, he looked like a bum
The white fur trim was now made of nylon, his boots plastic
His red britches were loosely held up by elastic.
His belly was not quite as round and he had an empty sack
Had he had been on a diet and forgot to pack,
Or had the world economy taken its toll on him too?
Were he and Mrs Claus now forced to live in an igloo?
He came straight to the point of his unexpected visit
Said his old methods were no longer the right fit.
With Santa’s popularity on the wane something had to be done
Nothing had come of the mail outs and ads he had run
Commercialism has taken its toll on poor old St Nick
Kids today now think they have their pick
They expect expensive gadgets, electronics and toys
No longer just dolls for the girls, balls for the boys
He just could not complete with the online shops
Instead he was going to try MLM and offer Biz ops.
We had to get busy, with ads to place, positions to fill
Facebook had shown him that I already knew the drill.
Free members could earn and upgrade fees would not be dear
He said that Affiliate commissions would be paid once a year
Based on how many cakes and cookies the kids left out
Which he would sell for a profit, anyway they now gave him gout.
Then he spoke not a word but went to work on the PC.
The magic he performed was wondrous to see.
Web and splash pages created, facilities to pay.
He was even accepted by pay pal, amazon and eBay
Santa departed with a newly found spring to his walk
He spoke not a word, there was no further need for talk.
I heard him call out to his reindeer top team with much glee
“Come Payza, come Matrix, here P P Cee”.
He gave his sleigh bells one final joyous ring
Happy and content at the thought of drop shipping
No more flying around the world faster than the speed of light
This next Christmas day he would watch TV via satellite
This is an opportunity that you cannot miss out on.
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In prelaunch until midnight 24th December,
It will certainly be a Christmas Eve to remember
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Place your ads then decorate your Yuletide table.
You can be assured of a hearty Christmas meal
Because of course everyone knows that Santa is real
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night