T'was the Night Before Christmas

Twas 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 Hermafix",

The poor wife was stuttering!

When out on the lawn,

There arose such a clatter,

She sprang from her table,

And dropped 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 wandering eyes

Should appear

But a miniature (die cut) sleigh

And eight (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 up 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

Storing it all under the tree

The wire, the fibres

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, On 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"