The Night Before Christmas: A Real Estate Tale

'Twas the night before Christmas working the open house
Not one visitor, not even a mouse
The signs were all out, and invites sent with care
In the hopes that a buyer would soon be there.

The lender and title officer were snug in their beds
While reams of paper danced in their heads
With my iPhone in one hand, and the other my Nook
I had just settled in for some marketing on Facebook.

When from outside I heard people engaging
I sprang to my feet, being careful not to upset the staging
Peering from the window, my eyes filled with life
"A buyer," I murmured, a little old man and his wife.

He was jolly and round with a long beard and red suit
Her eyes were bright as she pointed to the tree and said, "Oh Dear, look, fruit!"
I invited them in, and my eyes gave great pause
In that moment I realized it was Mr. and Mrs. Claus.

I was shocked, flabbergasted, and amazed
"It's an honor to meet you," I said almost dazed.
Jolly ol' St. Nick jiggled as he laughed,
While on his arm Mrs. Claus clasped.

Mrs. Claus wept, "Now Dasher, and Dancer, Prancer and Vixen;
also Comet, Cupid, Donner, Rudolph, and Blitzen,"
The years have passed and they are all grown,

They have all left, the coop they have flown."

Santa then proclaimed, "Now that we have an empty nest,
a smaller home in a warmer climate seemed best.
So the Mrs. now seeks a nice Cape Cod,
with a beach view and a pool, and I got my hot rod."

My listing seemed to fit,
And I filled out a contract lickety-split
St. Nick and the Mrs. signed on line
I thought, "Wow, this Christmas has truly been divine."

The couple got back in their soupped-up Ford
and roared away at the speed of the concord
I heard the Jolly old man gleefully recite
"Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!"

From all of us at Real Safe Agent to all of you, have a very safe and joyous holiday season!