A horrible Christmas poem from all of us at TorontoRentals!

Like you, we love Christmas! There’s something in the air here in Toronto at Christmastime that isn’t like any other time of year. We’d like to say that everyone’s happier, but of course, that isn’t always true. Still, it’s undeniable that there’s a certain festive kind of magic in the air. We hope you feel it as much as we do!

Today, we don’t want to talk about renting, DIY or events. Instead, we wrote you a (terrible) Christmas poem. Merry Christmas from the team at TorontoRentals!

In Toronto, it’s that time of year
when the air is filled with holiday cheer.
The malls are jam-packed
and the buses are stacked
with people who so often sneer.


Outside it’s so cold that it’s freezing
and everyone in the office is sneezing.
You’d just hate to get sick
and your boss is such a dick
that a vacation sounds just so pleasing.


But all that aside there’s a magic
that we feel oh so strongly, it’s tragic
it can’t happen all year.
What a shame, grab a beer
or some moonshine my dear
and oh hell, why not make it a hat trick?


So whether you’re solo or with the parentals,
Merry Christmas from us at TorontoRentals!
We hope you enjoy the day,
doing impressions of Drake
and we promise to not be judgmental.

Write us your own Christmas poem in the comments section (hopefully better than this one) and we’ll share it on our Facebook page!

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Born on the Prairies, Erin Cardone grew up knowing there was more to life than canola fields and AAA Alberta Angus. So she escaped, living in Europe and Australia, white-knuckling it through plates of calf brains and raw horse meat, and learning languages she can't remember anymore. After a stint as a jaded, skeptical journalist, she changed tack and began writing rather awesome blogs and showing businesses that advertising is dead, so long live social media, with her businesses Legendary Social Media. She now splits her time between various Canadian cities, Costa Rica and wherever else the wind blows.

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