Twas the morning of Christmas and the soap on the rack
was feeling alone and checking for cracks.
Soap maker was done selling for Christmas this year
and the ones on the rack had a feeling of fear.
Were they not quite as pretty as the ones that had sold?
Or had they had been there too long and were looking too old?
Lavender was weeping as it's always best selling,
and friend Romance was gone as it took top billing.
The Lime was a hit with the ladies for their men
but the Peach sat and Pined for the Spring once again.
The soap for the kitchen was ready to work
and the soap for the bathroom smelled like dessert.
Santa and his elves had delivered all their gifts
and soaps in the basket were no longer a myth.
The green tea and the rosebud were left on the bottom
and shook heads to feel they would soon be forgotten.
But Spring was to follow and they'd soon demanded
as these fragrances again came to be disbanded.
Customers would flock to their light scented blooms
and their fragrance would again be filling the rooms.
Merry Christmasto all and to all a good night,
Kay Rose, The Soap Maker
Abbey's Handcrafted Soaps
