Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the condo
Not an owner was stirring, not even a renter.
They had hung their stockings with great detail,
In hopes that Santa would not fail.
Don't worry, he will be there with what you asked for and more,
His helper, the concierge will let him in through the front door.
So come in from your balcony and turn off the light,
The ice is glistening outside, tis a magical night!