Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
I could still hear him frantically clicking the mouse.
Was he still building websites? Could it be PPC?
I looked at the clock-it said quarter to three.
For months he has said it will soon change our life,
but faith can be hard for an IMer’s wife.
The stockings were hung and we’d put up the tree,
with no help from him, just the children and me.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
while their daddy was posting on more forum threads.
I don’t own a kerchief, but had jammies on
and I hoped he would come on to bed before dawn.
When all at once there arose such a clatter,
I had to get up to see what was the matter!
I raced to the den and peeked ‘round the door,
his chair was turned over and lay on the floor.
The shade on the desk lamp was sitting askew,
and my dear IMer was nowhere in view.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but my wild-eyed IMer who shouted “Come here!”
He’d been on the floor and I didn’t know why;
I thought he was hurt and I started to cry.
He gave me a smile that could not have been cuter
and drying my tears I approached the computer.
More rapid than eagles his words, how they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called out these names;
On Google! On Yahoo! On MSN, too!
With Adwords, and Adsense and articles too!
To the top of the list! To the number one spot!
I’ve launched my campaign and the sales are red-hot!
His eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples so merry,
I wondered if he had been nipping the sherry!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
soon let me know I had nothing to dread.
He laughed and he whistled, just like St.Nick,
as the sales just kept coming, click after click.
He sprang from his chair and he hugged me real tight
and he whispered these words on that Christmas Eve night.
“I found a great system to rinse and repeat…
and from this Christmas forward our lives will be sweet.”
I’d heard this before so I asked how he knew.
He gave me a folder – it was labeled CommBlue.
He spoke not a word, but went straight back to work.
I felt bad for the times I had called him a jerk.
That one little site became two, and then three,
and I knew we would soon be financially free.
So to all you CommBluers, don’t give up the fight…
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Written by Honey and posted on one of the Commission Blueprint (aka, CommBlue) forums. If you haven’t checked out Commission Blueprint, and want to get into Affiliate / Internet Marketing, I suggest you check it out today!
brian
This is awesome. I came across your your diet site and googled your name.
Have you really made it to the other side? Working from home. I hope so, need the inspiration.
Great poem, my wife will love it!