Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the condo association,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The socks were hung by the screen door with care,
In hopes that St. David G. Malt soon would be there.
The renters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of reduced mortgage rates danced in their heads.
And mother in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the sofa to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
slide open the sliders, and kicked up the sash .
The moon on the breast of the green grass as it grows,
Gave the luster of mid-nanosecond to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear?
Eight Malt Realty Employees working right near.
With a little old driver, so lively and tall,
I knew in a moment it must be St. David G. Malt.
More rapid than his employees they came,
And he whistled, and laughed, and called them by name;
“Now, Judy! Now, Kelly! Now, Mia and Rosa!
On, Myriam! On Rhodes! On, Gina and Jennifer!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. David G Malt came with a bound.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His eyes cover in sunglasses! his smile so bright!
His cheeks were like roses, his skin tanned just right!
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a grumble,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
“Merry Christmas from Malt Realty and to all a good night!
Stay Tuned for next weeks post, a year in Fort Myers 2013 ….