'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the salon,
The stylists were worried that their curls would be gone.
The stockings were hung by shampoo sinks with care,
in hopes that good products would soon be there.
When in the salon there arose a clatter,
I sprang from my hydraulic to see what was the matter!
Away to the sinks I flew like a flash,
threw open the water and created a splash.
With a couple of old towels, so lively and quick,
we cleaned up the mess because it was so super slick.
More "Rapido" than blow-dryer the staff they all came,
and we whistled and shouted and called them by name.
Now Toro, Now Maria, Now Naza & Amy.
On Jen, On Karyssa, On Kyla and Aby.
Now Nav, Now, Willy, Now Randa, and Ranya.
On Bri, on Yana, on Mariam and Tanya!
From the top of the mirrors to the top of the salon,
dash away, dash away, all be gone.
We sprang to our scissors to take in those guests,
to make sure they look their holiday best.
They herd us exclaim as we walked out of sight,
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night.