Christmas Eve 2018

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Heights,

Not a fat cell was bulging, not even through tights.

The fajas were off, on the floor in a pile

Looking in mirrors, all patients did smile

For their surgeon had reshaped them with skill and with care,

In the hopes that bikinis and spandex they’d wear.

They needed no bras or scarves on their necks,

No filters were needed when photos they’d text.

With confidence and self esteem they were filled,

And all of their partners were certainly thrilled.

As he left the OR with the last patient done,

Dr. Yager’s battle against aging was won.

As he left in his car and drove out of sight,

He said “Happy Christmas to all, and to all skin stay tight!”