The Week Before Christmas...

‘Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the town,
Not a buyer was stirring, the market was down.
Our sale sign was posted in front with care,
In hopes that some buyers soon would be there.

The children were curled up reading in bed,
And visions of moving danced in dad’s head.
Now Grandma in her sweater, and pa in his cap,
Were asleep near the fire, taking a nap.

When out in the yard there arose such a clatter,
I leaped from my chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Pulled back the curtains and threw up the sash.

The road wasn’t shoveled, there was new-fallen snow
And neighborhood children were playing below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a red SUV, full of people, right here.

With a little ol’ driver, not lively or quick,
I knew in a moment it wasn’t Saint Nick.
I called to the family, and everyone came,
As I whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now Grandma! now, Grandpa! now Steven and Harry!
Call Larry and Tim, Susan and Mary!
Buyers are coming, there’s no time to spare!
Turn lights on, make beds! Pick up toys everywhere!”

As Margaret’s clients came up the front walk
I was so excited I could barely talk.
The kids jumped into action, and each knew his chore,
We had to be finished, when they got to the door;

And then, in a twinkling, we left just in time
The buyers were there now, ringing the chime.
As I looked o’er my shoulder, I saw they’d arrived.
And Margaret invited them to step inside.

She was dressed all in red, from her head to her toe,
We could trust our agent, our house to show.  
For buyers today, she knew how to find
All the features they wanted, what they had in mind.

Big rooms made them happy!  The closets did, too,
They loved the new kitchen, and baths all in blue.
A big ol’ smile appeared on their face,
Of the homes seen today, this might be the place!

Then quick as they came, they all disappeared,
And they might not buy, that’s what I feared.
We went back inside, sat down for a meal,
We cried, then we laughed, how should we feel?
 
Margaret drove to her office, with buyers in tow,
For she knew what to do now, an experienced pro.
She sold lots of homes that were not nice as mine,
She told me herself that our home is fine.

She had not a doubt, but went straight to her work
Explained all the contracts, then turned with a jerk,
And laying her pencil aside on her desk,
Shook hands with the buyers, and wished them the best.

She sprang from the office, and rushed to our side,
And we listened carefully before we signed.
Then I heard her exclaim, with a SOLD sign in sight,
“Merry Christmas to all, and to all a Good Night!”

This parody on Clement Clark Moore’s “A Visit from St. Nicholas” that I wrote a few years ago has become a holiday tradition here on Activerain.  Let’s call it “A Visit from Margaret”.   Merry Christmas to all my Activerain friends!