Twas the Night Before Short Sale Christmas

Twas the Night Before Short Sale Christmas
By TC McClenning for www.ShortSaleDailyNews.com

Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the short sale
Not a deal was closing, no matter how stale.
The families were packing, hoping to hear
Of an offer approval, by their agent so dear.

The Realtor was dealing, with the phone to her head,
While in her gut existed a growing sense of dread.
And distressed sellers ringing their hands,
Hoping for a miracle throughout these great lands.

When out of despair what should arise,
But a back-up offer, like a second place prize.
Surely a closing can’t be far behind
And the agent will see a reward from this grind.

With loss mitigation delaying the file,
The agent keeps working, with a well-pasted smile.
Promissory notes, deficiencies, liens and other such terms
Flying like snow between all the firms.

When up on the roof arose such a clatter,
Everyone involved stopped all their chatter.
The real estate office emptied with incredible speed
To see if perhaps it was a cash buyer in need.

To what great surprise did these salespeople view,
But Short Sale Santa and his entire furry crew.
Well aware of how hard they work at the negotiating game,
He reined in his gang, calling them by name.

“Now HAFA! Now Freddie! Now RESPA and Fannie!
On, HARP! On HAMP! On HUD and Ginnie!
Let’s grant a wish to these Realtors many
That to all in 2011, they meet their goals to the penny.”

As the agents embraced and danced with delight
Short Sale Santa prepared to take flight.
Their shining face they turned upward and waved,
Knowing with certainty their careers had been saved.

His set his sleigh in motion with a whistling sound,
Aware of the cheer he had given of impending rebound.
Short Sale Santa exclaimed as he flew out of sight,
“Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!”