a Santa poem

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 TAC group website

Thankfully I have a nice Santa that visits here, he would never say that to me....lol