Twas the night before christmas

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.

What a beautiful poem, Seana! I’m really excited and grateful for the time you’ve spent on thinking and writing.

This is the best and most precious gift I have ever received … THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

You’re welcome, but honestly it was just 10 minutes of fun while waiting for my cinnamon rolls to come out of the oven. Merry Christmas everyone, and my all your hair removal dreams come true in 2016.