Twas THE days before Christmas and all through my house
Not a creature was stirring, especially my computer mouse
As my short sale files hung on my desk with care
I can’t help but think, Mr./Ms. Negotiator “Are you there?”
My children are all tightly snuggled in their beds
While visions of toys are dancing in their heads
And I in my old t-shirt and sweats
Sit anxiously waiting for approvals like a wreck
When all of a sudden pops in to my fax
A letter from the lender that I’ve called to the max
Away to the machine I flew like a flash
Waiting and waiting to get my stash
The moon at midnight is as white as new fallen snow
That it gives the approval letter an unearthly glow
When, to my wondering eyes should appear
AN APPROVAL LETTER!!!!! Full release and I tear.
So many hours, so many days
So many times I wanted to say
C’mon already, are you kidding me?
In what world is waiting months for an approval okey dokey?
But as fate would have it and blessings be mine
My client can sleep tonight just fine.
For the lender has listened, the lender did care
That folks are suffering way out here.
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