Saturday, December 13, 2008

Christmas Poem

Twas the night before Christmas, I'm glued to the tree.
I'm wondering what Santa brought just for me.
Could it be cardstock or chipboard or lace?
Or punches and stamps, I said, with a smile on my face.

And that's when I heard him, "Hi Santa, " I said
"You know....good little girls should be in their beds."
"I know I should Santa, and now I've got caught.
But I was just so excited To see what you brought."
"Well, let's take a look in this room where you work.
He shook his head quickly, And left with a jerk.
I heard him exclaim as he put it in gear.
"You've got enough crap, I'll see you next year!"

Surely Santa couldn't be talking about me !

Sunday, December 7, 2008

One of my first craft projects

When I was in grade school we were constantly doing things in Camp Fire girls to raise money. Here's one of our projects that we made and sold to go to camp.

Marble Mice I can't remember exactly, mom correct me if I'm wrong but we sold these for around 35 cents. We made thousands of these silly mice.