A Crafter's Christmas

Obviously this poem was written with crafters in mind, not necessarily miniaturists, but miniaturists have about the same problem. Many miniaturists collect all sorts of 'junk' that they can later on turn into various projects- but you have to buy or collect it *then* or you won't be able to find it in shops when you want to do your project. Trust me on this one. Which leads to boxes full of bits and pieces.



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!"