Just visited Kim's blog and loved her candy and her poem she lifted from other blogs. I don't know who originally wrote this, but it is SO me:

'twas the Night Before Christmas

'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 Slice, 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 crap,
I'll see you next year!"

If hubby read this poem, he'd be in the ER because he'd laugh himself into a heart attack or stroke. Lucky for me, he doesn't blog---lucky for me, he isn't Santa Claus!!