'Twas the night before the Christmas party, when all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse: I remembered I promised to write a poem for tonight, But I hadn’t yet started which gave me a fright. The Consultants were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of new products danced in their heads; I looked out at the snow which was making me happy, And laid down for a moment to have a quick nappy, When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, Tore open the door and opened the sash. The snow was coming down thick and piling up high, And I squinted and blinked with the wind in my eye, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a vision of all that would happen next year.

Business was up and Consultants were humming,
Even Insurance and IGSI results were becoming.
We were using Alto – and Capital Yield Classes,
And no one was sitting around on their grasses.

The haze was now lifting and I could see very clear,
A group of people was getting closer, coming quite near.
More rapid than eagles came Consultants of fame,
And I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

Now David, Now Kevin, Now Kim, Marc, and Ronny! On Peter, On Leon, On Don, Henry, and Johnny, To the top of house! And through the snow squall! Now sell away! recruit away! dash away all!" As Consultants that before the wild RS season fly, When they meet with rewards, rise up to the sky, So up to the house-top the Consultants they flew, With their eye on Las Vegas and achievement levels too, And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the chimney a man came with a bound. He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; I was expecting Saint Nick, but when he rose with a push, I saw that it was none other than George W. Bush.

Laurie-Ann and Lynn

His eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And I saw Secret Service Agents out in the snow;

He said don’t be startled I’m not here to invade,
This term I’ll be nicer, I am here to talk trade,
I hear that you’re going to Las Vegas Nevada,
We need your Tourism dollars. And I recommend the Ramada,

So get Consultant referrals and help grow the region,
I can’t do anything more, my own problems are legion.
He paused for a moment then said with a wink,
I should be on my way and you need a drink,

Now finish that poem and announce the peer award,
If you don’t finish soon your crowd will get bored,
He was gone so I turned and grabbed the nominations,
They were full of high praise and sincere admirations.

At first it looked like the task would be quite hard, Many Consultants were mentioned and none caught me off guard, But it then the words mounted and it became clear, Who the right person was to be the winner this year, They said he was helpful with computer expertise, And he was positive and caring and shared his ideas, He approaches his business with true dedication, And he helps new Consultants without compensation. I was happy to see that the choice was so clear, And the man who they spoke of, sits with us here. I know that the praise he received was not phoney, So the 2004 award goes to the Copple named Tony!

Tony basks in the glory!

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