Nothing was happening, not even a mess.
The stockings were hung on the closed door with care.
In hopes that Sir Timmy soon would be there.
The kitties were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of cat nip danced in their heads.
Me in my jammies and again with my cap,
Had just settled in for a long winter's nap.
When out in the cactus patch there arose such a clatter,
I sprung from my bed to see what's the matter.
Away to the window I flew like in a flash,
Tore open the blinds with a bang and a crash.
"Hey check this out!" I yelled over to Joe.
What to our wondering eyes should appear
But someone special who made my heart cheer.
It was a spry kicky man so lively and trim
I knew in a moment it must be Sir Tim!
More rapid than quick-dry glue his products they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name!
Now Core'dinations! And Grungeboard! and Ranger!
Truly, even you can do this without any danger!
With Movers and Shapers! And you, Vagabond!
"But it's past my bedtime!" I said as I yawned.
"C'mon," yelled Tim, "We haven't all day...
I have fun things, you'll so want to play!"
So into my house these products they flew
It was a box full of toys, and Sir Tim too
He spoke not a word but went straight to his work
And filled all the stockings and turned with a smirk.
"I forgive you for being so terribly naughty."
Said Tim as he drove off in his red Maserati.
I looked and I loved all my new lovely toys
That made my heart sing with such wondrous joys.
I don't have enough room, I sighed at my plight!
But Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!
The Fine Print: Special Thanks to Clement Clarke Moore, but seriously dude, next time write a shorter poem. And be sure to check out Julia's What's On Your Workdesk Wednesday to see what other crafter's are up to this fine holiday.