Happy Scrapping to all and to all Ho Ho Ho

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 old St Nick He carried a sack Filled up to the brim With paper packs, cardstock And idea books crammed in. There were punches, and stickers And eyelets galore There was even a Cricut font Not yet in the stores! He went quickly to work Storing it all under the tree The wire, the fibers 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 Trimmer, On Cutter, and Puncher" 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"