Christmas Poem

I have no clue who wrote this poem, but I have to share it with all of you scrapbookers (or those that live with one that scraps ...)



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 am also sharing a picture from our office Christmas party. Yep ... it was ugly Christmas sweater day. Big fun!!!