Twas the Night Before Christmas

Twas the night before Christmas I'm glued to the tree. I'm wondering what Santa has brought 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 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 stuff, I'll see you next year!"

A friend sent me this lovely poem. I hope that Santa brings you just enough of the right stuff. Merry Christmas to all.