‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the salon,
not one stylist was blow drying, not even on a blonde.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with hair care,
in hopes that Oribe products would soon be there.
The extensions were nestled all snug in their heads,
While visions of long hair made them dance on their beds.
And a conditioning mask on my ends, and I in my cap,
had just settled down to a long winter’s nap.
When out on the front desk there rose such a clatter,
I sprang from the shampoo bowl to see what was the matter.
Away to Vivo I flew like a flash.
They opened the doors and said …”I can even wax your stash.”
When what to my luscious locks would appear,
but a miniature dry shampoo, a hairspray and mirror.
With an Arrojo blow dryer so powerful and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be from Nick.
More rapid than DevaCurl, his stylists they came!
He colored and cut them and called them by name…
Now Lori! Now Chelsie! Now Jana and Jen!
On Tasha! On Kelsey! On Ally! On Ashley!
On Maddie and Maycee! On Sarah! On Stacia!
On Peter! On Miranda and Jennifer! On Carlie!
On Rachel! On Lexi and Lindsay!
To the top of Gastro Pub porch, to the top of Bon Bon’s wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!
So up to Staxx shop the stylists they flew.
With the sleigh full of brushes, and some Goldwell shampoo too.
They spoke not a word, but went straight to work!
They filled all the stockings with gift cards as perks!
They sprang to the sleigh to give the Vivo team a whistle,
and flew out of Brentwood like a brush made of boar bristle.
But I heard them exclaim, when they drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”