A Holiday Poem-Twas the Night Before Selling Twas the Night before Selling When all through the house, Not a Creature was stirring, Not even a mouse. All the Tschotskes were scattered everywhere with no care In hopes that the Buyers soon would be there. The Children were resting all snug with their iPods While visions of moving danced in their heads. But the Sellers, you see, were losing their cool, For they feared they'd forgotten all Good Staging Rules. When out in the driveway their arose such a clatter, They looked out their dirty window … (18 comments)
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