Twas the night before christmas
and all through the salon
not a probe was stirring
all the clients had ran off to Milan
with beautiful faces all perfect and clear
no trace of the hair that once had been there
when out in the lobby there arose such a clatter,
I rushed out to see what could be the matter
who should be there to greet me but Jossie in Red!
She’d come to make sure that the last hair was dead.
Brought with her were fortunes untold
An apilus epilator and ballet probes made with gold.
She worked until there was no hair in sight,
Every last follicle had given up the fight
She worked until the area was totally cleared,
And I knew that was the last I would se of my beard.
As she parted I exclaimed perfect skin as always my dear!
She just smiled and said " Merry Christmas, and Happy new Year."
Merry christmas All.
Seana