AI is all the rage this year. Apparently, it is going to make real estate agents fabulously wealthy just like Facebook and Twitter did. I asked both BARD and ChatGPT to write a Christmas poem about home buyers. The poem that follows is the one I thought was the best:
No more carols sung in rented halls,
No more dreams confined by thin, shared walls.
This Christmastide, a joy most bright,
Your own brick haven bathed in winter’s light.
The stress of offers, papers piled high,
Fades in the glow of hearthfire’s sigh.
Keys jingle soft, a whispered chime,
Your first Yule log, burning bold and prime.
Stars peek through gables, frosted white,
As laughter dances through the halls at night.
Stocking stockings by the cozy fire,
Whispers of wishes rising ever higher.
Cinnamon scents and sugared plums,
Warmth seeping through every room.
Children’s eyes wide with Christmas cheer,
Building worlds on floors, year after year.
No landlord’s grumbles, no paint chipped thin,
This nest belongs to you, within, within.
From porch swing swaying in the frosted air,
To whispered secrets on the bedroom stair.
So raise a glass, let carols sound,
Cheers to your haven, newly found.
May every joy this season bring,
Fill your home with endless winter’s spring.
For this Christmas, wrapped in frosted bliss,
You’ve gifted yourself happiness.
Merry Christmas, new homeowners bold,
May your stories, like snowflakes, forever unfold.
It is kind of cute but there is no mention of the leaky pipe on Christmas eve. or the possibility that the furnace will go out on New Year’s day but I guess most home buyers find out about that soon enough.
