Twas the night before Christmas, I’m glued to the tree
I’m wondering what Santa has brought just for me
Could it be fat quarters or a pattern or lace?
Or a quilt kit, 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, but 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 in the gear
“You’ve got enough stuff, I’ll see you next year”
Thanks to Laurie of www.scrappingblogs.blogspot.com for sharing this poem
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