This poem showed up in our in-box and was too good NOT to share…
Twas the night before Christmas, I’m glued to the tree.
I’m wondering what Santa brought just for me.
Could it be fat quarters or a pattern or lace?
Or a quilt kit, 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 stuff, I’ll see you next year!”
love love your Christmas poem.