Realtor Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all ‘round Medowie
The house was all ready with gardens neat an flowery

Without a sign stuck in the lawn was rare,
How would the buyers know the house was there
The Realtors at open house had all been fed,
While visions of commissions danced in their heads;

But the first buyer who saw the house on a map,
Had between what he had and the list price a gap.
I thought the appraiser might value too low,
I'm just a Realtor - what do I know?

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But an acceptable contract and a lender no fear.
With a termite inspector so thorough and quick,
I knew in a moment, I wouldn't be sick.

More home inspections that all sound the same,
We whistled and shouted and called them by name;
"Now ROOFER! Now, GARDENER! Now, PAINTER a mixin,
New carpet, new vinyl new hardwood we're fixin.

To the top of the stairs! To the top of the wall!
More estimates, more bids, now more contractors call!"
And then, in a twinkling, I heard such good news,
After fretting and worrying, this I could use

But alas and alac I’d been much too slow
The vendors had found the offer too low

So once again it was back to the drawing board
Trying to negotiate an price they could afford

But the market had fallen it really had dropped
The buyers were in short supply they simply had stopped

The house had been open with barely an inspection
You’d think any offer would get a warm reception

I think you’ll find your price is out of sight
Something to think about Merry Christmas and good night