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Happy Holidays from all at MediaMobz to all of you

by Jay Durgan  22 December 2015

Twas the night before Christmas, when all throughout MediaMobz

Not a producer was editing, not even our Myles

The screening rooms were hung by searchable transcripts with care,

In hopes that St. Video soon would be there;

The videos were nestled all snug in their workspace beds;

While visions of millions of views danced in their heads;

And Dave in his cardigan, and Jay in his cap,

Had just settled their brains for their year-end recap,

When out on the platform, there arose such a clatter,

Eric sprang to his laptop and logged in to see what was the matter.


Away to the dashboard Dan flew like a flash,

Tore open his Salesforce and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of marketing success to objectives below,

When what to Heide’s accounting eyes did appear,

But a dazzling Mpage across social channels we revere,

With a robust software platform so lively and quick,

Matthias knew in a moment it must be St. Video.


More rapid than Reelmaker his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

“Now, YouTube! Now, Facebook! Now Twitter and LinkedIn!

On, Vimeo! on, Vine on Meerkat and Blab!

To the top of the SEO rankings! to the top of the wall!

Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”


Video auctions before the global producer network fly,

When they meet with a competitive bid, mount to the sky;

So up the Google Rankings our customers they flew

With an Mpage full of Reelbites, and St. Video too—

And then, in a twinkling, Dave heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.


As Jay drew in his head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Video came with a bound.

He was dressed all in keywords, from beginning to end,

And his outcomes made more spectacular with analytics and reports;

A bundle of files he had flung on his shoulder,

All meant for the Media Library with its nice and neat little folders.


His page views—how they twinkled! his rankings, how merry!

His captions were like roses, his selects like a cherry!

His mobile device was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow;

The glimpses of outcomes he held tight in his teeth,

And the significant savings, it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.


Saint Video was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And Dave laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave Dave to know he had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the workspaces; then turned with a jerk,

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the search engines he rose;

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like a warm revenue missile.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight—

“Happy video marketing to all, and to all a good night!”


Listen to the audio reading at Holiday 2016 Mpage

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