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‘Twas My Botox Before Christmas

My Botox Before Christmas

 ‘Twas two weeks before Christmas, when all over my face
Not a smooth spot was showing, not even a space;
The wrinkles now hung by my eyes with a flare,
In hopes that Dr. Vitenas soon would be there;

The Crow’s Feet were nestled all snug ‘round my eyes,
And Frown Lines popup up, all to my surprise;
My forehead stayed crinkled,even when I relaxed,
The laugh-lines weren’t funny, and my cheeks, they were lax.
When seeing the mirror there arose such a sight,
if anything could be done, I knew that he might.

Away to the office I flew like a flash,

Set my appointment and made the mad dash.
Then, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a front row parking space, so I put it in gear,
I hopped out of my car, full of wonder and glee,
I knew in a moment I’d see Dr. V.

As I walked into the office, through the wooden doorframe,
I heard someone shout and call out these names:
“Now, Botox!  Now, Restylane!  Now, Juvederm and Radiesse!
Come Plump!  Come Smooth!  Make fine lines decrease!
To the large creases!  And to even the small!
Now melt away!  Melt away!  Melt away all!”

The kind front-desk faces, they told me to sit,
Then a nurse pulled me back, lickety-split.

She held open the door and that was my cue,
To the treatment room now, I knew I could move.

And then, while I waited, I had a daydream

About those tiny injections, and the hope that they bring.
As I wrung out my hands and stared down at the ground,
Dr. Vitenas pushed the door open, without making a sound.

He was handsome and sweet, grabbing supplies from the shelf,
I smiled when I saw him, in spite of myself.

With a wink of his eye and a twist of his hand,
Soon gave me to know he had something great planned;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

Injected the serum, and then turned with a jerk;
Removing his gloves, flicked them into the trash,
finished washing his hands, without even a splash;
Then he sprang to his feet, to his nurse gave a whistle,
Down the hallway they flew like an airborne missile.

But I heard him exclaim, as he vanished out of sight,
“HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A WRINKLE-FREE NIGHT.”