Twas the night before Christmas, I'm glued to the tree.
I'm wondering what Santa brought just for me?
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Could it be cardstock or chipboard or lace?
Or a Cricut, I said with a smile on my face.
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And that's when I hear him, "Hi Santa," I said
"You know...good little girls should be in their beds."
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"I know I should Santa, and now I've got caught
But I was just so excited To see what you brought."
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"Well, let's take a look in this room where you work.
He shook his head quickly, and left with a jerk.
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I heard him exclaim as he put it in gear,
"You've got enough crap, I'll see you next year."
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