T'was a Fashionable Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, and in every condo
fashionistas were dreaming of the nude Rolando's.

 large stockings were hung, by the fireplace with notes,


to make sure he purchased the right size Burberry coat;

La Mer cream on the face, almost ready for bed,
 

visions of Lanvin danced in her head;
 

Daddy in Gucci, mami in Giuseppes

Decided to have just one more nightcap.

When out on the driveway they hear a weird noise,


She’s scared as crap, he looked all poise. 


She peeked out the window hoping to see,


A brand new Ranger Rover black and shiny.

But the moonlight blinded her vision, all she saw was snow,


Hermes Birkin in this weather? Hell to the NO!


When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,

But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

She immediately said “no more champagne”
For surely she thought she must be going insane!
She hears a man's voice, his entourage they came,


And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

 "Now, Brian! now, Valentino! now, Zanotti and Jimmy!


On, Louboutin! on Laurent! on, Balmain and Fendi!       
She immediately thought, is this my shoe guy from Saks???


I should have never returned that last pair, I’m under shoe attack!!!

And then, in a twinkling, she heard on the roof

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.


As she drew in her head, and was turning around,


Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed in all Zenga, from his head to his foot,
  

Omari Hardwick is that you??  If so, I’m staying put;


A Louie duffle bag had flung over his back,


My goodness he would be the most amazing midnight snack.

His eyes -- how they twinkled! His smile good lawd!


Could he be my knight and shining amour wearing ice instead of a sword?
  

Always happen this way, time you get a new beau,


Now my boyfriends starring at me ughhhhhh that darn male ego.

Handkerchief in suit paired with Ferragamo Driving shoes

Body like the Light Blue model, below for a preview
With a perfect six pack and arms- is he a baller?

Cause the way he's holding that Louie duffle 'bout made me holla!

He was fit and buff, such a sexy man,
  

My girl is single a blind date sounds like a plan
,

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,


Soon let me to know I had nothing to dread;


He spoke not a word, but went straight to his job,
  

Placing Tiffany, Chanel, Hermes boxes, this chicks a fashion snob.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,


And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;

He walked to his sleigh, BBM his team

And away they all flew like a Vegas night dream


In his Barry White voice, as he drove out of sight,


 "Happy Christmas to all, and to all a fashionable good-night."

by {Tiffany} Beauty Board