'Twas the night before Christmas, I walked through the house, Drying my long hair with drier and towels, My silk stocking was hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
I was waiting to see what St. Nick put in there, And hoped for some neat things for my long shiny hair. Special shampoo and conditioner - a bottle of each, For healthy long hair, to the split ends it must reach.
A barrette, a comb, or a special new brush, To make my hair smooth now it reaches my tush. I'm proud of my hair, but I try not to boast, Cos long healthy tresses are what I want most.
While blow-drying my hair, there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the boudoir to see what was the matter. I opened the window and there entered a breeze, (Glad my hair is not wet or my ringlets might freeze).
As my hair swirled around me, my eyes played a trick, I thought I saw eight tiny reindeer and red-coated St. Nick. "It's Christmas", he says - now I know why he's here, He's come to my house needing help with his hair!
Maybe he wants a restyling - dreadlocks or braid, St. Nick's flyaway hair surely needs some first aid - His hair should be fine silver - soft, wavy, and shiny, It's the Santa Claus trademark and copied by many.
But Santa's fine silver locks were one heck of a mess, With coal-dust and soot in his once pristine tresses, His beard like a bird's nest was more charcoal than white, He looked like a scarecrow, all mussed up that night.
"It's my last stop this Christmas, I've delivered the gifts, Now I'm looking for something to give my hair a lift, It's all lank and lifeless, my curls have gone flat, And the crown is all greasy from wearing this hat ...
Poor Mrs. Claus when she sees me this way, Will have several choice things about me to say, Now you're a coiffeuse - can you spare a short while, To wash and condition it and trim and re-style?"
I said, "Good hair Is about cuts, color, styles and shampoo, Root-deep conditioner and demi-waves too." So I chose a shampoo for his fine silky locks, And a gentle conditioner from my personal stock.
Wash rinse and repeat it with a fruit-scented potion, Then thoroughly work in conditioning lotion, It's naturally curly, no perming required, Just dried on low heat got the style he desired.
The beard got the treatment and also a trim, I washed it and combed it and styled it for him, Till with beard and hair perfect he looked such a sight, As he stepped from my boudoir and bid me good night.
And then from his sack he took goodies galore, Shampoo, conditioner, brushes and more, A brand new hair-drier, adjustable heat, Some spray-on conditioner smelling so sweet.
Some barrettes, some bows, some scrunchies and ties, Some fun hair mascara, some colours to try, Then he tossed back his clean curls and rose into the air - "To all a good night and most beautiful hair!"
