'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,
'Cause I'm 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!"
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