‘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!”

— from a SplitCoastStamper received who this from one of her customers.