Christmas Poem, Love it!

Twas the night before Christmas, I'm glued to the tree. I'm wondering what Santa has brought just for me. Could it be cardstock, brads, inkpads or lace? Or some stamps, I said, with a smile on my face. And that's when I heard him... "Hi Santa, " I said. He replied, "You know... good 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 and see where you work." Then 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!"