'Twas the Day Before Closing - A REALTOR Christmas Story
“Twas the day before Christmas and all through the House, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The flyers were hung on the sign with great care, in hopes that a buyer soon would be there.
The Realtor was nestled all snug in his seat, while visions of contracts danced in repeat.
With recession in view and high rates that had capped, the Realtor settled in for an open house nap.
When out in the driveway there arose such a clatter, he sprang from his chair to see what was the matter!
Away to the window he flew like a pup, tore open the shutters and then he threw up.
The sun on the crest of the new reduced price caused the Realtor to know he had to look nice.
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear, but an old Cadillac and eight buyers who cared.
With a little old driver so lively and quick, He knew in a moment it MUST be THAT RICK!
More rapid than lenders his clients they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name:
“Now MOM! Now DAD! Now Timmy and Susie! On Craig, on Cindy, on Debbie and Lucy!
To the top of the porch, to the top of the wall, now get in that house and don’t you dare FALL!”
The hurricane of shoppers rang the doorbell and both agents hoped that all would go well.
So all through the house, the buyers they flew, with a hand full of cash and their realtor RICK too.
And then in a twinkling I heard in the den, the prancing and pawing of each little pen.
As I drew in my head and was turning around, a contract was written “CHA-CHING” was the sound.
Rick was dressed with excitement from his head to his toes and his clients were thrilled with the house that they chose!
With the handful of cash that they brought to the table, the Buyers all knew that their Realtors were able.
The inspection it TWINKLED, the BUYERS how merry, the check was in escrow the realtor had carried.
The little appraiser made quick on her task, to comp all those sales she had to move fast.
The stump of her pen she held tight in her teeth and the notes that she took scattered round like a wreath.
She was pretty and slim, a right jolly old elf, and Rick laughed when he saw her, in spite of himself.
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head soon gave us all hope we had nothing to dread.
She spoke not a word but went straight to her work and measured the rooms and then turned with a jerk.
And laying her finger aside of her nose, and giving a nod, we knew it would close!
They sprang to the table, the attorney gave a whistle, and away they all signed like the speed of a missile.
But I heard them exclaim with so much delight, “WE CLOSED ON OUR HOUSE!… And to all a good night.”
Merry Christmas