Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Tweetville
Not a tweeter was tweeting, not even the high Klouts.
The iphones were hidden by Santa’s little elves,
In hopes that the Tweeters would do something else.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of daddy without social media danced in their heads.
And mamma is on Facebook and I on the iPad
Had just signed on for one last visit to Santa’s Norad.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the iPad to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I signed off my Pinterest in a flash,
Threw down my iPad & out flew my secret Facebook marketing cash
The old websites on the breast of the new SMO
Gave the lustre of search results to all Androids below.
When, what to my wondering tweet eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight giant tweet-deer
With a little old driver, so Googley and quick,
I knew in a check-in it must be St Twit.
More rapid than Foursquare his tweet-deer they came,
And he tweeted, and Instagrammed and called them by name!
“Now Twitter! now, Facebook! now, Foursquare and LinkedIn!
On, Periscope! On, Sprout Social! on HootSuite and Buffer App!
To the top of Marketing Nutz! to the top of Social Zoom Factor!
Now Blab away! Live stream away! Tweet away all!”
As good mommies and daddies before the disliked wild “social media gurus” fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, now tweet to the sky.
So up to the house-top the tweet-deer they flew,
With the sleigh full of blue whales, and St Twit too.
And then, faster than a mean troll, I heard on the roof
The tweeting & buzzing of each little bird foot.
As I counted in my head, the number of retweets to be found,
Down the chimney St Twit came with a bound.
He was dressed all in blue, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all marked up with likes and dislikes.
A bundle of tools he had flung on his back,
And he looked like he had StumbledUpon a feller who’d been twitter tweet jacked.
His eyes-how they tweeted! his dimples how Delicious!
His cheeks were like fresh blog posts, his nose like a HubSpot!
He reminded us about automation and having a life,
And the importance of not letting life tweet you by.
The user manual for Simply Measured he held tight in his teeth,
And the excitement when he handed to me I so wanted to tweet
He had a happy YouTube! and a little round belly,
That shook when he tweeted, like HostGator on Monday!
He was chubby and tweetful, a highly commented old elf,
And I clicked like when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A tweet of his eye and a Marketing Nut nod of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his WordPress,
And grabbed all the electronics, then turned with a Tumblr.
And laying his tweet finger aside of his iphone,
And giving a Zoom!, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a twistle,
And away they all tweeted like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he twitted out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a tweet free night!!”
This post was written by a Tweetin', social media nut and addict. I go by the name of @PamMktgNut and am the founder and CEO of Marketing Nutz, a social media, digital marketing and experiential brand and marketing agency. Santa plans to steal my iPhone so I can spend Christmas Eve and Christmas day tweet and social media free.
Do you have the guts to let Santa do the same? Give him the iPhone and let the tweets fly away!
