Dec 24, 2022
‘Twas
the Night Before Christmas - The AMSE Version
by Audra Edwards
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Slack
Not a message was stirring, not even a business fact;
The stockings were hung on the website with care,
In hopes that Moni Jefferson soon would be there;
The entrepreneurs were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of scalability danced in their heads;
And the hubby in his lounge pants, and I in my Mrs. Claus cap,
Had just settled our working brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the Remo there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my rolly chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the open window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the chat function and hoped it wouldn’t crash.
The filter on the video of the pixelated snow,
Gave the illusion of a Christmas party room to participants below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature keyboard and seven teammates, dear,
With a beautiful leader so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment she must be Monique.
More rapid than eagles her team members came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Michelle! now, Kathleen! now Amira and Audra!
On, Caroline! on, Team! on, Anna and Selena!
To the top of the website! to the top of the socials!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the channel the AMSE team flew
by Audra Edwards
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the Slack
Not a message was stirring, not even a business fact;
The stockings were hung on the website with care,
In hopes that Moni Jefferson soon would be there;
The entrepreneurs were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of scalability danced in their heads;
And the hubby in his lounge pants, and I in my Mrs. Claus cap,
Had just settled our working brains for a long winter's nap,
When out on the Remo there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my rolly chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the open window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the chat function and hoped it wouldn’t crash.
The filter on the video of the pixelated snow,
Gave the illusion of a Christmas party room to participants below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a miniature keyboard and seven teammates, dear,
With a beautiful leader so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment she must be Monique.
More rapid than eagles her team members came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Michelle! now, Kathleen! now Amira and Audra!
On, Caroline! on, Team! on, Anna and Selena!
To the top of the website! to the top of the socials!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the channel the AMSE team flew
With the community full of networking opportunities, and
Moni too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the thread
The brainstorming and planning from each entrepreneur’s head.
As I minimized my window, and started to shut my system down,
To the AMSE Bash Moni did come with a bound.
She was dressed in festive fun, from her head to her feet,
And her clothes were so jubilant, the Grinch’s mood she would beat;
A bundle of resources she had flung on her back,
And she looked like a peddler just opening her pack.
Her eyes—how they twinkled! Her messy bun, how merry!
Her cheeks were like roses, her lipstick the color of a cherry!
Her ears were festooned with the shiniest hoops,
And her Air Force Spouse pride was evident to the troops;
The end of a pen she held tight in her teeth,
And the ideas, they encircled her head like a wreath;
She had a thoughtful face and an attitude of Hustle!
That drove her to help other milspouse business owners thrive with mind, willpower, and muscle.
She was confident and positive, a right jolly founding elf,
And I smiled back when I saw her, in spite of myself;
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
She spoke all the words, and went straight to her work,
And filled all the virtual stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
And giving a nod, away from the website she rose;
She sprang to her keyboard, to her team gave a whistle,
And away their fingers flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, ere she moved out of the camera’s sight—
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”