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 got 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'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 got 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!"
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