A year-end tribute to the seniors housing and care brokers.
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the building
Not a broker was stirring, not even Brad Clousing
The listings were hung by Mike with care
In hopes that Chris Brogdon soon would be there.
Myers and Jandris were all snuggled in their beds
While visions of commissions danced in their heads
And Knapp in his kerchief, and Gianinni in his cap
Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter
Bruce Gibson sprang into action to see what was the matter
The PE firms were in the hunt, the REITs were still hungry
It looked like it was all up to Allen McMurtry.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave some lustre to pro formas in Widmier’s OM below
When, what to Whitlock’s wondering eyes should appear
But a miniature sleigh with Mary and David in the rear.
With RFPs by the dozen, no matter how brief
They knew in a moment it must be St. Kief
With Saul and Binder at his side, the market was strong
And he whistled and shouted and called them to come along.
Now Gehl, now Hyldahl, now Reis and Matt Ally
On Lily, on Shep, on Pamela and Maconachy
To the top of the market, whether a peak no one could tell
Dash away, dash away, dash away Mel.
As the proposals came in, the prices did rise
But they knew Jim Hazard would find the best buys
So into the bubble the brokers did go
With a sleigh full of elves, and not even Laca would say no.
And then, in a twinkling, Mario heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of Ben’s little hoof
As Tim Cobb drew in his head, and was turning around
Down the chimney came Thomes and the elves with a bound.
Garbers was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot
And Lavender’s clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot
A bundle of deals Burke had flung on his back
And Punzel looked like a peddler, but decided to just sit back.
Stroiman’s eyes, how they twinkled, his dimples how merry
Segal’s cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry
Tremper’s mouth was drawn up like a bow
And Graham’s beard on his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of Adam’s cigar, he held tight in his teeth
As the SNF deal he closed, oh what a relief
Rod had a broad face, and Doug a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
Ken was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf
And Damien laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself
A wink of Mahoney’s eye, and a twist of Cassie’s head
Soon gave Siefert to know that Rusthoven had nothing to dread.
Stahler spoke not a word, and Cacciabando went straight to his work
While Byrne checked all the offers, and Davis turned with a smirk
With Hilding laying a finger aside of his nose
And giving a nod, back up the chimney they all rose.
Mulligan sprang to the sleigh, to his team he gave a whistle
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle
But Matt Ryan heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight
Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
