|*SCRAPPER'S NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS*|
T'was the night before Christmas,
And all through the home,
Only one creature was stirring,
A late night scrapper alone.
While she cropped and she trimmed,
Under her breath she was muttering,
"He hid my darn Herma fix!"
The poor wife was stuttering!
When out on the lawn,
There arose such a clatter,
She sprang from her table,
And dropper her Magic Matter.
Away to the window,
She flew like a flash,
Thinking maybe it was UPS,
Bringing more for her stash!
But what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature (die cut) sleigh and 8 (punchie) reindeer!
With a little old driver So lively and quick,
She knew right away, It was Jolee old St. Nick.
He carried a sack, Filled to the brim, With paper packs, cardstock,
And templates crammed in.
There were punches, and stickers, And eyelets galore,
There was even a Sizzix font Not yet in the stores!!
He went quickly to work, Stowing it all under her tree,
The wire, the fibers, And all Acid Free! "Those Whale Punches are heavy!" She heard him exclaim, Then he turned to his reindeer and called them by name: "On Buyer and Stasher, Puncher and Cropper.
On Scrapper, on Matter, On Trimmer and Cutter."
And he sprang to his sleigh But before he could leave,
The woman yelled "STOP!" And pulled a camera from her sleeve.
She snapped some quick photos For future keepsake,
Thinking all the while, Of the layout she'd make!
And she heard him exclaim,
When she finally let him go, "Happy Scrapping to All"
And to all, "HO HO HO!" Happy Scrapping