As I look forward to all the adventures and creativity that 2018 has to offer, I once again close out the year with my favorite poem for stamp artists sent to me by my friend, Michele:
Twas the night before Christmas, I'm glued to the tree.
I’m wondering what Santa will bring just for me.
Could it be new card stock or ink pads or lace?
"Or stamp sets," I said, with a big smile on my face.
And that’s when I saw him..."Hi Santa," I said.
To which he replied, "You should be in bed!"
"Oh, dear!" I said, "I’ve just been caught...
But I was hoping to see what goodies you brought."
He took a brief look at my room where I work.
Then he shook his head quickly, and left with a jerk.
...And I heard him exclaim, as he put it in gear,
You've got enough crap, I'll see you next year!