‘Twas the month before Christmas and all through the town,
I went to the mall to see what cards could be found.
Santa and snowmen and all the reindeer,
Peeked out from the cards, wishing me much good cheer.
But nothing seemed good enough, no sentiments were right.
So I decided to make my own Christmas cards that good night.
Then there on a shelf, there appeared the right thing -
A great software program to answer my dream.
I’d make my own cards and save money, too.
It’d be so easy, with not much to do.
But with a little manual so flimsy and thin,
I suddenly discovered the dilemma I was in.
Cheesy graphics, and a bad interface, too.
It took me forever to make one card, then two.
Then what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a blinking toner light harking the worst that I feared.
No toner! No paper! No, I had run out!
No envelopes either! I wanted to shout.
So back to the lines! So back to the store!|
Now hurry, now hurry! You’ve got to make more!
And then in a twinkling, I suddenly knew
Why Santa has elves and I needed them, too.
Some people are crafty. And some need a store.
And I was the latter, not up to this chore.
I sprang to the store, to the boxed cards I did run,
and grabbed a few dozen , down to the last one.
And I joyfully exclaimed, as I checked out that dark night,
“Forget do-it-yourself, Hallmark is all right!
