‘Twas the Week Before Christmas

He started relaxing, I’m happy to say,

But not for a moment, was I out of harm’s way.

For a rich family, they really were misers.

Because his next point was on robo-advisors.

Robos do what you do, at a slice of a point.

Say goodbye to my capital, it’s leaving this joint.

For the years that I’ve known you, I thought you were nice,

What you are missing is the value of advice.

No one is perfect. We all make mistakes.

Some dump their stocks on news that was fake.

Advisors stay focused, to see the long view;

Those ups and downs shouldn’t be troubling you.

I will give you this, that you often call;

You’re paying attention, your eye’s on the ball.

You watch cable news to hear all that hissing,

While I’m trying to find what others are missing.

Those guys on TV, who should I believe?

Say advisors are shady, you’re out to deceive.

How long has it been, I’d say 15 years.

I’ve been by your side, through triumphs and tears.

I’ve been up front on the fees that you pay,

And you’ve gotten discounts, quite many I’d say.

Your accountant likes me, I call once in a while,

Yet we talk quite often, I’m on her speed dial.

His manner changed, he started to smile,

Questions were answered, I went that extra mile.

I kept my calm, while he put up a fight.

The account would stay here, and he bid me good night.