Twas the night before...

Twas the night before Christmas and all though the house just one thing was stirring and that was a mouse.
The house was dark, closed up and cold, it was a foreclosure that hadn’t been sold.

From out on the front porch came a clattering sound, ‘twas a Realtor® with buyers coming around.
He fumbled and cursed and the mouse heard him exclaim, “the lockbox is frozen, damn these repos are lame”.

Then finally he got it and opened the door, and in he walked with the buyers and more.

Mom and dad and a big sister named Blaine; the whole crew came in and began to complain.
“The carpet’s a mess and look down the hall, said mom, “there’s filth all over and mold on the wall.”

“They took all the light fixtures” said dad, “and the appliances are missing.”
“There’s a leak in the roof ,” said Blaine, who joined in the dissing.

They all looked upstairs and down in the kitchen and den; they went in and out and then downstairs again.
“I don’t like the wallpaper and the floor plans all wrong,” said mom and dad as they moved right along.

The buyers remarked, “Still the price is right and, look how much land; really there's nothing here that we just couldn’t stand.”
“We can replace the carpet and fix up the place, the mold’s not that bad; there’s really just a trace.”
“We’ll remodel the kitchen; make changes to the place, blow out some walls and open up space.”
Before you know it we’ll have a place that is grand; we’ll throw a big party and hire a band.

“Let’s go to your office and put in a bid,” the buyers enthused, “OK,” said the Realtor looking bemused.

“It’ll be a great Christmas”, thought the mouse, a smile on his face; “there’ll soon be people here to share this place.”
And as he curled up in his little mouse bed, visions of a full pantry danced in his head.

Then he heard the Realtor exclaim, as he drove out of sight; “a foreclosure for all and to all a good night.”