Twas the night before Christmas,
I’m glued to the tree.
I’m wondering what Santa brought just for me.
Could it be cardstock, or stamp sets, or lace?
Or a Big Shot, I said,
With a smile on my face
And that’s when I heard him,
“Hi Santa!”, I said.
“You know…good little girls
Should be in their beds.”
“I know I should Santa,
And now I’ve been caught.
But I was just so excited
To see what you brought.”
“Well, let’s take a look
In this room where you work.”
He shook his head quickly,
And left with a jerk.
I heard him exclaim
As he put it in gear,
“You’ve got enough crap,
I’ll see you next year!

. . . Author unknown