Twas the Saturday before Christmas is a poem I from the heart of a hairdresser. I wrote it last year after leaving the salon. I was on such a high from non stop action all day, and even though I felt like I was an Elf in Santa’s workshop, I couldn’t help but feel blessed. I love what I do for the people I do it for. Hope you all enjoy the jingle!
Twas the Saturday before Christmas, when all through the salon;
Not a stylist could think straight, IQ’s status matches moron
My last client is a dear friend, her hair is as easy as pie
“I want to try something new” she says, inside you want to cry
She whips out her phone and out comes the picture
What does she think; I have magic for that mixture?
Her eyes are as wide as a child on Santa’s Lap
So its off to the color bar, “We’ll return in a snap”
Assistant in tow, we rush to the back
And search for a Christmas miracle on the color rack
Blankly we stare at the wall, and then at each other
We cuss like sailors, spout off sons of a mother
Our heads are pounding, it hurts too bad to think
Then a light bulb goes off, it’s a Miracle on the 34th sink
I reach for the lightner, the brush and a bowl
Shout to my partner “let’s rock and roll”
On highlights! On base color! On cap and the dryer!
I cross my fingers for what may transpire
Start the timer on her; time to kick up my feet
“Holy Cow!” how did I forget about that one waving from my seat
Time to personalize the style, like a present’s ribbons and bows
This is the part where she really glows
With a wave of my wand, I perfect every detail
Crown my queen as I show her today’s hottest retail
Hugs, kisses, Happy Holiday’s, I’ll see you next year
The timer goes off, your taken over by fear
Like peaking at gifts before Christmas, under the tree
I peel back the foil, ecstatic to see
White as snow on the ends, cool as winter at the base
On to the shampoo bowl we have to pick up the pace
The glaze is applied and this cookie is frosted
I have gone cross-eyed from being exhausted
I black out and see spots, maybe I should eat some bread
I am now seeing sugar plums dance on her head
Rinse and apply the treatment, to seal and repair
I’m already admiring the color of her hair.
Off to the chair we must go, chop, chop!
I pick up dryer let’s ring out this mop
Like the first site of gifts under the tree
You can’t wait to open them, you can’t wait to see.
Her smile lit the room like the Christmas Star in the sky
My heart melted like Frosty, it’s a natural high
We transform Scrooge into Santa, with the magic of the season
The gift of beauty and happiness is quite profound
Maybe stylists are Santa’s helpers, made to give miracles year round
Ill let the boss take it over tomorrow, a day off will be all right
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night!