A holiday greeting from Volunteer Botanicals

‘Twas the night before wellness, when all through the lab,

Not a shaker was clinking, not one tiny dab.

The supplements were lined on the shelves with great care,

In hopes that new drinkers soon would be there.

The brewers were nestled all snug in their coats,

While visions of adaptogens danced in their notes.

And the mixologists in their goggles, and I in my cap,

Had just settled down for a formulation nap.

When out on the floor there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my desk to see what was the matter.

Away to the lab I flew like a flash,

Tore open the fridge and surveyed all the stash.

The bottles on the benches, the powders in jars,

Gave a luster of health like a sky full of stars.

When what to my wondering eyes should appear,

But a rainbow of tonics and elixirs so clear.

With collagen and guayusa, probiotics galore,

Adaptogens and botanicals, and so much more!

With a little old brewer, so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.

More rapid than caffeine, his minions they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

“Now L-theanine! Now Rhodiola! Now Ginseng and Ashwagandha!

On Green Coffee! On Turmeric! On Beet and Schisandra!

To the top of the lab! To the top of the shelf!

Mix away, sip away, rejuvenate yourself!”

As dry powders that before the wild winter wind fly,

When they meet with warm water, rise to the sky.

So up to the house-top the elixirs they flew,

With a sleigh full of wellness, and St. Nick too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,

The popping and fizzing of a sparkling-proof proof.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nick came with a bound.

He was dressed all in hemp, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all scented with lemongrass root.

A sip of his tonic, a taste so divine,

My mind felt alert, my soul felt aligned.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the bottles; then turned with a smirk.

And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,

“Happy sipping to all, and to your wellness, good night!”

HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM VOLUNTEER BOTANICALS