Thursday, December 24, 2009

A Scrapper's 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 inkpads or lace?
Or some stamps, I said, with a smile on my face.
And that's when I heard him.....
"Hi Santa," I said.
He replied, "You know, good 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!"


Maybe Santa will be good to YOU this year! ;)

3 comments:

Leslie said...

That poem is precious. I am sure that is what Santa would say if he visited my scraproom or should I say craproom? Actually I am supposed to get my CTMH goodies today. Maybe I can get DH to go out shopping or something.
Again, I loved the poem and would love to pass it on if you don't mind? Is it your creation?
Have a blessed Christmas.

Haley D. said...

Oh no, this isn't my creation! I don't know who originally wrote it. Merry Christmas from my "craproom" to yours! LOL

Sandy B said...

Hahaha...Dad would say the same thing about my craproom! But you and I say 'nice stuff!'

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