Real Estate Version - Christmas Story Ever Told

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In the realm of real estate, where deals come to play,

I hustle and bustle, night and day.

Listings are staged, with care and finesse,

Brochures are stacked, a visual success.

An offer arrives, a buyer in tow,

But oh, the amount, it's painfully low.

With signs on the lawn and a lockbox secure,

I dial the seller, and the news isn't pure.

They agree to meet, in hopes to align,

Numbers are crunched, it's negotiation time.

Sellers are willing, they nod and they sign,

Then comes the twist, an equity line.

Digging for funds, like a financial sleuth,

Sellers are smiling, but it's not a spoof.

Three months on the market, no showings in sight,

An offer emerges, and it feels just right.

But the question arises, a demand so severe,

"Cut your commission," they say, with a cheer.

A martini is needed, by the pool, a delight,

But alas, it's a rule, and I hold on tight.

I call up the buyer, on the spot, without fear,

"Consider a counter?" I ask, with a tear.

Surprise in their voice, "We have $5000 more,

If it's signed tonight, consider it a score."

Back to the sellers, with signatures in line,

They hem and they haw, then finally sign.

I email the buyer, their reply in the night,

Accepted as countered, and I'm filled with delight.

The sellers are content as I leave through the door,

It's just 9 pm, I can stop at the store.

Goodies in hand, for a Christmas treat so sweet,

Home to relax, put up my feet.

As I reach my house, aglow with light,

"Merry Christmas to All, and to All a Good Night!"