‘Twas the night before Christmas and all through BDG 

All the BuDhaGirls were working busier than bees;

The boxes were made, and bubble wrap cut, in the hopes  that AWB would soon be bought.

The BuDhaGirl Tribe was nestled snug in their beds, while visions of AWB danced in their heads; and Bill in his Filson and I in my Guccis had just settled our brains after budgets and smoochies; when out on Oak Lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.

Away to the window, guarding my Mac, I went to open the blinds and heard a loud thwack.

The traffic below, on the paved avenue, came to a screeching halt and then I just knew.

That what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a miniature lotus with purple reindeer, with a golden chubby driver so lively and gooda, I knew in a moment it must be Buddha.

More rapid than cheetahs the BuDhaGirls tied, when I showed up and then I cried: Now Caryn! Now Twyla! Now Irma and Brittani! On Diana, On Bianca, On Chloe and Ginger!

To ship out orders when FEDEX calls, so Thomas will then dash away, dash away, dash away with all!

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly, so do AWB come in and go bye.

And Bastiaan in Thailand, Rana, Tiger and Seni too, are ramping production barely making do.

In closing I say, with much love and cheer…that 2018 was a fabulous year.

We grew and grew and not by a schmere, big dollars and cents …we were in full gear.

So 2019 is fast a coming, my hope and wish is just forthcoming:

That we may have health, and wealth and joy, and become a team to the admiration of all.