Twas the night before Christmas

I thought I should keep a copy of a Night Before that I wrote for Lois over on Gingerwood. She gave me the beginning and the end and I filled in the middle.

Twas the night Before Christmas when all through the house, I was alone at my computer with my hand on my mouse.
I was looking at cards and techniques galore, And thinking of last minute trips to the store
My punches were hung by my table with care, My cards had been mailed, I was happy to share
My stamps were all snuggled and clean in the box, When suddenly something sounded just like a fox
Away to the window I flew in a flash, I pulled back the curtain and yanked up the sash
The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, Gave a luster of stickles to objects below
When, what to my wondering eye should appear? But a miniature mailbox and 8 tiny reindeer
With a little old mailman so lively and quick, I knew in a minute he wasn't St. Nick
Before I could back from the window in shame, He whistled and snorted and called them by name
On Punchie and Doodle, on Copic and Brad, On Eyelet and Prima and Nestie and Chad
To the top of the stack to the top of the pile, Now dash away dash away don't take awhile.
I drew back my head and quick as a wink, I could hear them exclaim as they stepped in my ink
But the mailman worked fast and then turned with a smile, He left me some cardstock and stamps in a pile
Then putting his finger along side his nose, ( He left an ink spot there ) up the chimney he rose

and I heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight Happy Stamping to all and to all a good night