’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Harb’s sign stood firmly on the lawn with care,
In hopes that eager buyers soon would be there.

Realtors at the broker’s open had been fed,
While visions of buyers danced in their heads.
The open house went smoothly—though one buyer thought
The bedroom was too small for the furniture he’d bought.

But out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter—
Another buyer arrived, and size didn’t matter!
He made an offer with style, with flash, with flair;
He opened his briefcase and counted out cash right there.

I fretted the appraisal might still come in low,
But only the appraiser would truly know.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But an email from the lender—“Relax, it’s all clear!”

With Tri-Pacific Termite so pleasant and quick,
I knew in a moment our escrow would stick.
Additional inspections rolled in just the same.
We clapped, cheered, and called each one by name:

“Now, Roofer! Now Seismic, now Painter! Now Pool!
Let’s wrap this up and keep everyone cool.
Check out the chimney—we’ve mastered all that!
More estimates, more bids… then it ended just like that.”

And then, in a twinkling, good news finally came;
After all of the fretting, the wait had no claim.
I answered my phone—my heart giving a pound—
The loan was approved without even a sound.

So this holiday season, as we celebrate and cheer,
Remember in real estate, the end is always near.
With patience, persistence, and a bit of good luck,
We’ll close the escrow—then wish each other good luck.