Many thanks to LaRae of the Sure Cuts a Lot Users' Group on
Yahoo for this poem.
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring including my spouse,
I crept out of bed so sneaky and quick
I just had to have time with my little Cricut
I flew to my craftroom and put on a light
I ruffled through papers to my utmost delight
I looked and found the cutest designs
I am sure I had seen them a thousand times
I took out some punches, some stamps, and some ink
I was hoping the night time would allow me to think
I cut and I stamped and I glued through the night
When all of a sudden things weren’t quite right
I threw down my cardstock, my glue and my stamps
I looked all around and shut off the lamps
I crept downstairs to see what it might be
But there it was underneath the tree
There were boxes and drawers and containers galore
I knew in a minute I would be messy no more
I went straight to bed to wait for the sun
I knew in the morning I would start to have fun
I could rush to the tree and then confess
I needed these things to clean up my mess
I can hear them all now, “It will never be done”
But what they don’t know, That is half the fun!
So Santa, dear Santa, thanks for the gear.
But I am already wondering, can you bring more next year?