T'was the week before Christmas, and all through the town, my pager was quiet, it did not make a sound. The phone wasn’t ringing; I wondered if it was dead. My chequeing account was hurting...going into the red.
T'was the week before Christmas, and the office was slow. I asked "Where’ is everybody" but nobody knows.
The sellers must be wondering why hasn’t my house sold, and the Buyers all sitting on their piles of gold.
While I was still nestled and snug in my bed, visions of new listings roamed around in my head. With December almost over and January on its way, I had to get a listing, and I had to get one today.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter. While pulling on a sweater I flew like a flash, tripping down the staircase, ending up on my ass. With the driveway all covered with new-fallen snow it was obvious that there was really no place to go. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, but my next door neighbour shouting "come over here".
They began to sing carols, a little off key, I knew in a moment they were waiting on me. More rapid than eagles I changed into my pants, fixed my hair, did my teeth, and checked the mirror with a glance! Jingle Bells, Blue Christmas, and Avi Marie! Silent Night, and Rudolph we’ll sing them with glee!
With salt covered roads and the snow beginning to fly, we began caroling...but I still wondered why. As we sang more and more, our group slowly grew, but as the temperature dropped our numbers dwindled a few. and then, in a twinkling, I heard a strange sound “we need to sell, get your sign in the ground”.
I got this rush of new energy from my head to my toes and began running back home while wiping my nose.
I threw off my coat, my hat and boots too, I ran up to my office, I knew what to do. My eyes-how they twinkled! My dimples how merry! The Mrs. laughed as she topped up my coffee with sherry!
Sitting up at my desk, it’s time to go to work; I began searching all the listings then turned with a jerk. Mrs. gave me a smile which showed off her white teeth, and the smell of bacon and eggs encircled her head like a wreath. I powered up my computer and logged onto stratus, then struggled to get out of my sore neck apparatus!
I searched the new listings and the properties that were sold, I printed out the paperwork, with the listing price in BOLD. I ran back down the staircase, my briefcase under my arm, The Mrs. said be polite and turn on your charm. A wink of her eye and a twist of her head, soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
I went to the neighbours and got straight to his work, we filled out the paperwork then I turned with a jerk.
Though the ground was half frozen I erected my sign, Fine Homes and Estates...it sure looks fine. I headed back home, a new listing in hand, I hollered “I got another one...I am the man”. All broker loaded with 21 pictures attached, new flyers “just listed” I’ll run off a batch.
A Christmas week listing my last one of this year, I turned toward the Mrs and said with such cheer.
There’s no better feeling when you treat your client’s right ...Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!
From my family to yours, have a safe and very Merry Christmas.