Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
fashionistas were dreaming of a new Anthro blouse
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
with hopes they be filled with products for hair.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my bed to see what was
the matter.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear but a Kate Spade Tray
and eight tiny reindeer.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St. Fashionista came with a bound.
She was decked out in fur, her Louboutins were cool,
And her vintage Chanel bag would make anyone drool.
Her eyeshadow twinkled! Her dimples how merry!
And her little bow mouth was Vesuvio cherry.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work.
She filled all the stockings with rings by Trina Turk.
and giving a nod up the chimney she rose.
She sprang to her sleigh, while the neighborhood men gave a whistle,
And away she flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard her exclaim, as she drove out of sight,
"A stylish Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
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