Twas The Night Before Christmas (BETA Style)

 'Twas the night before Christmas, in the gym, you know. 
 Way out in Westhills, where we all have to go. 
 Asleep in the trainer room, were Alison and Sue, 
 A dreamin' of Christmas, like me and you. 
 

 
 Not stockings, but bras, at the foot of their bed, 
 For this was BETA fitness, what more need be said, 
 When all of a sudden, from out of the still night, 
 There came such a ruckus, it gave me a fright. 

  
 And I saw 'cross the parking lot, what looked like fun, 
 A loaded up treadmill, come on at full run, 
 The driver was "huffin" an "puffin", and goin up hill, 
 The old gals (not reindeer) she drove with such skill. 

  
 "Come on there Diane, Debbie, Paula and Vicky, the end is in sight, 
 There'll be plenty of “in zone” exercisin’ for all you tonight." 
 The driver in spandex and Beta pink shirt, instead of red,
 Had a shinny new Polar watch strapped to her forehead. 

  
 As she stepped from the treadmill, she was really a sight, 
 No batwings or love handles, only solid muscle might. 
 As she burst in the trainer room, the ladies awoke, 
 And were so astonished, that none of them spoke. 

  
 And she filled up their bras with such presents galore,

 Shorts, t-shirts, socks brand new from the fitness store.
 When Donna recovered from surprise and a pause, 
 She asked in a whisper, "Are you really Christine Claus?" 

  
 "Am I the real Santa? Well, what do you think?" 
 And she smiled as she gave a mischievous wink. 
 Then she leaped in her treadmill, and called back to us all, 
 "To all the women at Westhills, BETA Christmas, to You-all"