'Twas the night before Christmas, I was glued to the tree
Wonderin' what Santa would bring just for me;
"Would it be cardstock or chipboard or would it be 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 --
but I was excited to see you, to see what you brought!"
"Well, let's take a look in this room where you work."
He shook his head quickly and turned with a jerk.
I heard him exclaim as he put it in gear,
"You've got enough Crap! I'll see you next year!"
(Modified from a friend-of-a-friend's Facebook status)