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 excitedTo see what you brought." "Well, let's take a lookin 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 cr*p,I'll see you next year!" I saw this on UKS and smiled...