‘Twas the night before prom season, when all through the store,
The stylists were anxiously pacing the floor;
The dresses were hung on the racks with care,
In hopes that the prom girls soon would be there;
The seamstresses readied their needles and threads,
While visions of sugarplums danced in their heads;
And the marketing folks, so glad it’s now here,
Had been racking their brains since the end of last year.
When at the front door there arose such a clatter,
Christopher sprang from his desk to see what was the matter;
Away to the window he flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash;
The moon on the breast of the cold, Ohio snow,
Gave a lustre of midday to the brick streets below;
When what did his wondering eyes then affirm?
A line of customers stretched out to the berm.
They came from miles around, now here at last,
Prom season had begun, we’d better move fast!
More rapid than eagles the stylists they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
“Now, Corey! now, Lexi! now Abbey and Josh!
On, Sara! on, Samantha! on, Adam and Roth!
To the straight dresses, to the shorts, to the ball gown wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!”
While all across the store the stylists they flew,
With handfuls of dresses, and Christopher too;
And then it was heard, from one side to another,
The ooo-ing and aww-ing of each girl’s mother;
Taking pictures and dancing and twirling around,
To purple carpet the girls each came with a bound.
They were dressed in sequins, stones, and beading,
Like princesses and movie stars, their smiles were beaming;
A necklace, a bracelet, and some earrings like these,
Each girl was blinged out with the perfect accessories;
The gowns—how they twinkled! The shoes, how neat!
With a little sparkle and shine, each look was complete;
Fluffed out and laced up and tied tight with a bow,
Girls in big, tulle ball gowns shimmered from head to toe.
The short dresses were glammed up with awesome high heels,
“This is it!” one girl said, with excitement she reeled;
And the long, straight dresses, so polished and sleek,
Made every girl in them feel stylish and chic;
Be it jersey, organza, lace, or chiffon,
We found the perfect gown for each girl and her prom;
Then Mom gave her approval with the nod her head,
And gave us to know we had nothing to dread;
The Henri’s Experience, it doesn’t take much,
To make every girl feel beautiful with a glamorous touch;
Carrying dresses and jewelry and shoes and more,
“Send us pictures!” we exclaimed as they walked out the door;
Then Christopher gathered his team and they all lent an ear
“What a great first day and exciting time of year!”
“It’s prom season y’all,” he said with a grin,
“Tomorrow, we do it all over again!”