Before diving into our festive condo tale, we’d like to dedicate this post to none other than Rod Escayola, whose annual holiday blog posts have become a cherished tradition in the world of Ontario condominiums. Rod has an incredible knack for combining wit, wisdom, and a sprinkle of holiday magic to make even the driest condo topics feel festive and fun.
Inspired by his creativity and humour, we couldn’t resist taking a page from his book to craft our own holiday condo tale. While we can’t promise to match Rod’s brilliance, we hope this brings a smile to your face as we embrace the quirks, challenges, and joys of condo living during the holiday season.
Rod, this one’s for you! Keep delighting us with your annual gems—and we hope we’ve done you proud!
‘Twas the Month Before Holidays: A Condo Celebration Tale
‘Twas the month before the holidays, and all through the condo,
Not a resident was silent, not even Fernando.
The budgets were posted by management with care,
In hopes that fee increases would feel somewhat fair.
The snow had just fallen; the salt bags were stacked,
But one resident complained: “The driveway’s still cracked!”
The property manager sighed as she sipped on her tea,
Thinking, “Please, no more emails about the menorah on Level B.”
Decorations soon sprouted in the lobby with cheer,
Though Unit 407 exclaimed, “Too much stuff this year!
I’m allergic to glitter, and those lights are too bright—
Why not just a winter theme? It would keep things polite!”
Meanwhile, the Board was preparing a meeting most dire,
To discuss candles left burning—against fire bylaws entire!
“Electric versions only!” the regulations did say,
But Unit 202 argued, “It’s Diwali, okay?”
Up on the rooftop, the HVAC gave way,
And residents groaned as repairs delayed their sleigh.
With the Reserve Fund empty, and costs growing vast,
It was time for an increase—those savings went fast!
In the party room, neighbours gathered for cheer,
To celebrate traditions from far and near.
There was latkes and sufganiyot, samosas and chai,
A mishmash of dishes—from kugel to stir-fry.
Still, in the corner, one resident sat with a scowl,
Mumbling complaints about “that new drum ritual” growl.
Until another explained: “It’s Kwanzaa, my friend,
It’s about unity and culture—it’s love in the end.”
Then came a miracle: in the parking lot clear,
A guest space for visitors—something rare this time of year.
But joy quickly faded, the spot vanished in a flash,
Taken by someone with no visitor pass!
And though the condo was filled with some chaos and gripes,
The diversity of joy lit up all the cold nights.
Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and more—
Everyone’s traditions brought love to the floor.
So here’s to the residents, the board, and the crew,
Happy holidays to all—whatever they mean to you!
