‘Twas the Day Before Christmas
’Twas the day before Christmas, yes, winter is here. The days have grown shorter and year-end is near. My staff is now gone, they deserve time away I’m here all alone, till the end of the day. Why am I here, working late, you might ask, Instead of a bar, as they tap a fresh cask? Most clients are planners, for I’ve trained them well, But there’s always one, with stocks they must sell. From out on the walkway, a ring of my bell, I feared in my bones, this would not end up well. This client was grinchy. Of fees he would rant, “You hereby are fired!” he said with a pant. “I had a good year, my problems were few, “Investing is easy, and I don’t need you.” Advisors’ dilemma: When things go too well, Some think we add nothing, no product to sell. This guy is a grinch, making Christmas Eve tough, Our bond can be saved, but today will be rough. It’s been a good year, but you haven’t a clue, Of so many things I am doing for you. Come sit for a moment, and I’ll have my say, Then you can decide, if you’ll walk...