Wednesday, 16 December 2009

A Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas and I'm glued to the tree,         

I'm wondering what Santa brought just for me.
Could it be cardstock or inkpads or lace?
Or stamps I said with a smile on my face.
And thats when I heard him...."Hi Santa" I said,
He replied, "you know...good girls should be in their beds".
"I know I should be Santa, and now that I've been caught,
but I was just so excited to see what you've bought".
"Well lets have 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".

Does that remind you of anyone?


Lelli said...

You aren't meaning me now are you Helen. LOL

Linda M said...

Love the poem Helen, I think quite a few of us can relate to it. Thanks for the directionson Christmas Eve, found the house eventually (LOL)