A stampers “Night before Christmas”

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