Twas the night before Christmas, at a new prospect’s house
My client wasn’t interested, not even his spouse;
The applications were placed by the chimney with care,
In hopes that their signatures, soon would be there.
Their children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of financial security danced in their heads.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
We sprang from the table, to see what was the matter.
Away to the window we flew like the flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
When what to our wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature sleigh and eight tiny rein-deer.
With a limping old driver who had fallen too quick,
We knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.
He’s fallen before, but this wasn’t the same,
He whimpered, and shouted, and called us by name:
Help me! Come agent, come husband and wife
I slipped on the roof, it nearly cost me my life
We ran to his side, tears at our eyes
Will Christmas be ruined if Santa can’t fly?
“Call my agent,” he said, there’s no need to cry
I can save Christmas, because I have DI!
And with the blink of an eye, the elves had arrived
They would save Christmas, no child deprived.
With his policy benefit, he could pay the elves’ fee
To work overtime, and put toys under trees.
Santa went home, the husband and wife too
They sat back at the table, they knew what to do.
As the apps were signed, the premium paid.
They sighed a breath of relief, no longer afraid.
With their income secure, and assets protected
I had completed my job, no longer rejected.
Take a lesson from Santa, because he had it right.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.