Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The business plan was hung on the fridge with care,
In hopes that investors soon would be there.
The Biz Kids were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of marketing plans danced in their heads.
And Iat my work desk, profit worksheet on my lap,
Had earned through hard work a long winter’s nap.
When out from the TV there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the set I flew like a flash,
Turned on the volume and stared at much cash.
The excitement, the intrigue! This public television show
Taught me financial tips I wanted to know
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
But a real live Biz Kid and his courage not fear
Young entrepreneurs, so smart and so quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Biz Kid$.
Quicker than lightning the profiles they came,
And they swished, and interviewed, and called them by name!
From the wildest of dreams! To the stores at the mall!
Now plan away! Make away! Sell away all!”