Twas The Night Before Christmas
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Volacci house
Not a computer was stirring, not even a triple-button mouse.
The stockings were hung by the front desk with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The employees were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of search engine optimization danced in their heads.
And Amy in her sweater, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains in for a short holiday nap.
When on my computer screen there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to my desk to see what was the matter.
I typed in my password in such a flash,
And clicked away pop-ups offering free cash.
The moon that shone on the computer screen below
Gave the luster to its reflection of Austin’s first snow.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh on my screen, and eight tinny reindeer.
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Google! now, Yahoo! now, Youtube and eBay!
On, Digg! On, LinkedIn! on Facebook and MySpace!
To the top of the search will all your clients quickly crawl!
Now optimize! Optimize! Optimize all!"