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A Christmas Story
December 18th, 2012 11:56 AM

This real estate Christmas story recently appeared in a realtor magazine and I thought it was appropriate to pass on since there are so many who unjustly judge others merely because of an outward appearance.  May we always remember to look on the "inside" and judge by the heart instead.

"Twas the day before Christmas, when all through the place, not a creature was stirring, which was usually the case.

The Realtor was sitting at her desk all alone, hoping for a customer's call on the phone.

Then, what to her wondering eyes should appear, but a man and his wife headed in here.

The man was gruff and walked lively and quick.  He said, "This is Martha and my name is Nick."

"How can I help you?" she asked with a grin.  "We want a deal," he told her, "where-in

the roof must be new, same with the AC, appliances, flooring, and whatever else we see."

As she searched the MLS, she looked up to the sky.  "Please give me the patience to deal with this guy."

A bundle of cash he held right in his hands, that allowed him, of course, to make his demands.

His eyes didn't twinkle, his manner not merry, "Whatcha got to show us?" he asked kinda scary.

He was dressed in tatters from his head to his toes.  Together they looked like disheveled scarecrows.

Martha's cheeks were wine rosy, as red as a cherry.  "We're in a big hurry," she added, "dearie."

She looked at them both, a sick feeling in her head, "It's a waste of time," she thought, but smiled instead.

What's your criteria, the house you've been dreaming?  It's a great time to buy," she told them beaming.

With a wink of his eye and a scrunch of his nose, he began to recite the following prose,

"4 bedrooms, 3 baths, a pool and a yard, tile, hardwood on a street boulevard.

Granite in the kitchen, stainless steel fridge, flat land, lots of trees, not a hill . . . not a ridge."

"What is your price range?" she smiled and asked, knowing she'd work hard for this difficult task.

Laying a finger aside of his nose, he answered slyly, "Let's just see how it goes."

They sprang to her van, and his wife gave a whistle, and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

And she heard him exclaim as they drove out of sight, "Guess what, my dear Realtor, this is your lucky night!

We're really quite well off, and it is an estate we need.   Your customer service has been tip-top, indeed.

You didn't judge our appearance or turn us away.  You've been patient and kind to us both all the way.

We've asked many agents to help us, you know?  They pretty much told us to get up and go.

Our budget is three million this Christmas Eve Night.

Merry Christmas, Dear Realtor, you've done everything right!"

My husband, Allen, and I wish you a very Merry Christmas and may we always remember our true blessings!

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Posted by Barbara Doeringer on December 18th, 2012 11:56 AMPost a Comment

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