Scrapper's Christmas poem

My friend Carol had this on her blog. I think this poem was written for me...at least my husband would think so!!

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 been 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!"