'Twas The Night Before Quartz

by Curtis Blais (with a little help from Copilot - AABB Rhyming Scheme) 

’Twas the night before quartz, and all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not me or my spouse.

The cupboards were covered, the railings all tight,
In paper and plastic, not one thing in sight.

The prep work was endless, Amanda precise,
Each corner and crevice, all wrapped up so nice.

Her list, like Saint Nick’s, is checked once and then twice,
Each task marked with care, each detail precise.

No smudge goes unnoticed, no shortcut allowed,
Her standards are high—and we’re perfectly wowed.

Though progress seemed hidden beneath every sheet,
We knew that the outcome would truly be sweet.

Our offices sealed while the spraying commenced,
With tape on the doorframes, the tension was dense.

Yet we whispered, “Be patient,” through paper and mist,
For each wrapped-up room was a future-day gift.

The windows were hidden, the stairs out of view,
Each surface encased in a painter’s debut.

With tape on the trim and the floors tucked away,
We wandered through hallways in paper ballet.

“It’s Christmas,” we chuckled, “just look at this stack—

Each surface wrapped tight in its paper and plaque.

When the wrapping comes off, white quartz will gleam bright,

With veining that dances in bold black and white.

Though patience wears thin as the prep work goes on,

We trust in Amanda—she’ll get it all done.

The brushes may rest, but the vision is clear,

Each stroke will bring beauty, precision, and cheer.

When the paper comes down and the tape’s finally peeled,

A masterpiece waits to be proudly revealed.

The trim will be flawless, the ceilings like new,
With edges so crisp and each wall the right hue.

Amanda’s fine touch, with her team by her side,
Will leave us in awe—and a little teary-eyed.

The house breathed anew, with each surface aglow,
A gift wrapped in patience, revealed row by row.

And we heard her exclaim, as she turned out the light,
“Merry painting to all—with each line crisp and tight!”