'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! ;)
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.
ReplyDeleteAgain, I loved the poem and would love to pass it on if you don't mind? Is it your creation?
Have a blessed Christmas.
Oh no, this isn't my creation! I don't know who originally wrote it. Merry Christmas from my "craproom" to yours! LOL
ReplyDeleteHahaha...Dad would say the same thing about my craproom! But you and I say 'nice stuff!'
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