‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
not a creature was stirring not even a mouse.
Harb’s sign was placed in the lawn with care
with hope that buyers would soon be there.

Realtors at broker's open had been fed,
while visions of buyers danced in their head.
Open house was held and one buyer thought
that the bedroom would not hold the furniture he bought.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
it was another buyer and the bedroom didn’t matter!
He made an excellent offer with style and flash
tore open his briefcase and started counting out cash.

I fretted the appraisal might come in low
but ultimately, only the appraiser will know.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
but an email from the appraiser – “all’s clear”.

With a termite inspector so thorough and quick
I knew in a moment the escrow would stick.
Additional home inspections that all seemed the same,
we clapped, we cheered and we asked for them by name.

Now Roofer, Now Seismic, Now Painter & Pool
let’s just get through this and everything’s cool.
Let’s check out the chimney – we had this down pat.
More estimates, more bids, then it was over like that.

And then in a twinkling we heard such news.
After fretting and worrying, good news we could use!
I answered my phone and guess what I found
that the loan was approved with nary a sound.