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Realtor - Twas The Month Before Christmas
Twas the month before Christmas When all through the town
Not a buyer was stirring, none were to be found
The houses were sitting, all painted and packed
Expecting some clients would write a contract
The Realtors were restless, all nervous and jerky
In hopes of a deal after the turkey
With visions of yearly goals now flying by
The brokers and agents just started to cry
When out on the floor there arose such a buzz
They sprang to their feet to see why, just because
Away to the fax they flew like a ...