With Apologies to Clement Clarke Moore

‘Twas the night before closing
And all through my place,
The boxes are sitting here
Taking up space.

They’re all in the way,
There’s nothing inside.
“You’ve got to start packing!”
My family has cried.

On bookshelves, on tables,
In closets and drawers,
My stuff has to leave,
Can’t stay here no more.

But first there’s a matter
Of higher import.
A check is still waiting,
And lawyers of some sort.

The closing will happen.
The forms will be signed.
And then I can say,
“This apartment is mine!”

And then I’ll start packing,
I’ll get on my way.
For now I’m excited
For a very big day!