AND TO ALL A GOOD BEAUTY NIGHT!

Twas the Night before Christmas Poem By Body Beautiful's Jeanasina! Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Jeanasina's houseNot a skin product was stirring, not even the zia body firming treatment which had spilled unto my blouse.The Borghese active mud mask was hanging on my face with care,In hopes that acres of firm skin soon would be there.The Bisou Nail Rescue was nestled all snug in on my toesWhile Philosophy's Hope is not Enough attempted to ease my woes.And Jeanasina's Harley man in his biker `kerchief, and me in my flattering shower cap,Had just covered each other's chapped knees with Burt's Bees and old burlap.When over on the dresser there arose such a clatter,I sprang from my application of Borba elastic fiber night repair emulsion cream to see what was the matter.Away to the bedroom I flew like a flash,Peeled off my lovely Nicole Paxon bronzer and observed my Urban Decay eyeshadow which in candlelight appeared the color of ash.The moonlight on my breast was sparkling like new fallen snowbecause I had on Urban Decay's Marshmallow powder and it glistened and smelled positively heavenly you know?When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,But another fabulous package from Meg jumping up and down inside the mailbox loud enough for me to hear.With little old legs, still somewhat lively and quick,I ran to the mailbox looking excited as my lips I began to lickFaster than the speed of light Meg's latest box of products ripped wide open became,And I whistled, and shouted, and called all the products by name!"Now Firmology! Now, Revlon! Now, Covergirl, you can make me look like a Vixen!Come On, Loreal! Come On, Olay! Come On Bobbi Brown let's do some face fixen !From the top of my head to way down deep to the roots and allEvery single Jessicurl product in that box was going to improve it all!As dry lips that were full of scales - you could actually see the lip peeling fly,Met with a new product from the Meg box, a sparkle entered my eye.So up to the mirror my eyeballs they flew,And I said "Whoa Baby - are those lips new?"With lips full of Cosmoholic Prudish Pink I would no longer be aloofNo more would I have lipstick on my teeth like some old goof!As I drew in my head, and was turning around,My eyeliner stick fell from my hand to the floor and under my foot it got ground.I was dressed in a stretched out garter belt and had a red feathered slipper on just one foot.My tired old bra was tarnished and sagging and wouldn't stay put.A bundle of makeup I had flung on my face,I looked like a skank, who put her makeup on in a race.My eyes-how they twinkled! My cheeks how merry!My skin was quite parched , my nostrils sometimes look hairy.My droll skinny lips were drawn up like a bow,And my un-tan skin was as white as the snow!I spoke several words, and went straight to my work,And reviewed all the wonderful products Meg sent, then turned with a jerk.And laying my hands on the hundreds of fabulous products Meg sent to me for lips, eyes, skin, hair and nose,I gave a huge elated shout of "I LOVE MEG AND ALL THE THINGS I GET TO REVIEW!" and giving a wink, up into an imaginary cartwheel I rose!I sprang once again to my mirror and gave a low whistle,And thought I hope Megs sends more hair conditioner as my hair looks like it's full of thistle.I heard myself exclaim, as I turned out the bedroom light"Happy Christmas to Meg and to all of you who read my reviews - may your makeup and skin products give you nothing but beauty and delight! Happy Holidays to all of you from Jeanasina!