*Twas the night before Christmas, I'm glued to the tree.
I'm wondering what Santa brought just for me.
Could it be fabric or patterns or lace?
Or a serger 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 been 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!"*