Christmas Poem for us Realtors...from Port St Lucie Fl

Last night as I lay sleeping; I died or so it seemed,
Then I went to Heaven; But only in my dream,
Up there St Peter met me; Standing at the Pearly Gates,
He said, "I must check your record; please stand here and wait."

He turned and said "Your record; Is covered with terrible flaws,
On Earth I see you rallied; for every losing cause,

I see that you drank alcohol; And smoked and used drugs too,
Fact is, you've done everything; A good person should never do,
We can't have people like you up here; Your life was full of sin,
Then he read the last of my record; Took my hand and said "Come In",

He led me up to the big boss and said; "take her in and treat her well",
She used to be in The Real Estate Industry; She's done her time in Hell!!