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 chipboard or lace?
Or a Cricut, 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!"


I got this poem from Michelle Chikos and thought it was so cute, but I am afraid to say, Santa will probably be telling me this year!