Thoughts From Judy Stacee-Cleaver, Broker of Record, FRI,ABR

Thoughts From Judy Stacee-Cleaver
Broker of Record, FRI, ABR, 

‘Twas the Night Before Christmas – Realtor® Edition
A Realtor’s Christmas Poem
(Poetic License Definitely Taken)

‘Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house, only Realtors were stirring. And, of course, a mouse.

The contracts were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that the closings soon would be there.

The buyers were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of homeownership danced in their heads.

Mama in her kerchief and I in my cap were settling our brains for a long winter nap.

When out of my cell phone there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to my office I flew like a flash, tore open my computer and looked at the cache.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear but an email saying my closing was near.
The loan was closed so easy and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

Who else would create such joy in this game, and I whistled and shouted and called out by name.
Now, buyer! Now, seller! Now escrow and loan! On, inspector! On, broker! I let out a groan.
I spoke not a word but went straight to work. My buyers count on me. I’m not a jerk!
I filled in the blanks and gave a shout. Hot dang! We’re closing! Over and out.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night