Twas The Night Before Christmas At I Dream Of Scrapping

Written by Tammy Allen

Twas the night before Christmas at I Dream of Scrapping
Not a creature was stirring, all the posters were napping.
The albums were straightened, not an eyelet in sight,
In hopes that St. Nick would stop by on this night.
The Scrappers were nestled all snug in their beds
While visions of paper trimmers danced in their heads,
Thena in her 'kerchief, and Hammy in her thong,
Jeanine & Kathy are tired, new mom nights are long.
Then the site came alive with a blink and a spatter;
Janelle sprang to her keyboard to see what was the matter.
Away to her monitor Deb flew thru her house,
Darting over 5 children, Glenna reached for her mouse.
As Rosie sat perched in her monitor's glow
Cindy finally logged on; her computer was slow.
When, what to their wondering eyes did they see,
A post from ‘New User' with initials S.C.,
With a rapier wit, so lively and quick,
They knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
''Now, Judy! Now, Resa! Now Jaimie! And Vin!
On, Foxy! On Cindy! On, Val! and JenFin!
From the local Scrap Store to the Scrapbooker's Mall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!''
His technology unmatched, this Santa's no slacker.
Seems his head elf Bernard is a mighty fine hacker.
As we watched in dismay at St. Nick's Christmas deed
He broke into IDOS with a live video feed.
He was dressed to the nines, as the camera he neared,
Well, except for the Pop Dot stuck in his beard.
His eyes weren't so twinkly, his cheeks not so rosy,
We wanted to ask why but didn't want to be nosy.
He hemmed and he hawed and messed with his tree,
Then looked right in the lens and made this desperate plea,
“I'm in need of your help, I don't know what to do.”
“It's the Mrs.” he said, “She's a Scrapbooker too!”
“I need just the right gift, my wife should be sainted”
“Money's no object,” (FrugalTam nearly fainted.)
A myriad of supplies he had tossed to the floor
“Not one fits the bill, tell me more, tell me more”
The Dream Team came up with an idea that was great,
This could turn out to be our best challenge to date!
We'll start with a post, a QOTD
‘What gift would you like to find under your tree?'
The consensus was clear, right from the start
The very best gifts come from the heart.
Something well planned, with the receiver in mind
A gift like no other, a one of a kind.
A PP by Jbarlock just might save the day,
Where is she now? Is she on at eBay?
Then a flash and click caught all our attention
As a sweet little giggle broke thru all the tension.
Mrs. C. was the culprit as she stepped into view.
Santa was busted, we didn't know what to do.
“Finding just the right gift was a job just too tough.”
She said, “Scrapping your efforts will be gift enough.”
“I know just the right Layout, this story to journal;
I saw it in CK, for a memory eternal.”
With a kiss to his cheek and a wave to us, too,
She said, “Santa, it's time, you've got work to do.”
He sprang to his sleigh, to his teams gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
''Happy Scrapping to all, and to all a good-night!''