Twas the Night Before Christmas - Words 2 Scrap By Guestie

I always love finding new challenges to play along with and in October, I played along with Words 2 Scrap By for the very first time. And boy was I pleased as punch to have won! And then was I ever honored when they asked me to be a guestie!!!

Their challenge is always just to be inspired by words... whether you're a scrapper or a cardmaker, you are totally welcome!

This month's inspiration words are:

Twas the Night Before Christmas

WELL... I sure instantly knew what to do with that! I took the second line from the poem

"Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse." and ran with it. 

Granted, my "creature" was a chipmunk (from Cup of Cheer by Poppy Stamps) and not a mouse, but it still counts. And that little chippy seemed like the perfect pairing for the snarky sentiment from the STAMPlorations Caffeinated Christmas set, designed by yours truly!

It's a totally sweet card and merry in all the right ways! 

I'm going to link it up to the following challenges:

Since this card has a little bitta sass going on, I'm going to link it up to my favorite sassmaking challenge - The Sisterhood of Snarky Stampers whose current theme is Naughty Christmas. Not making coffee on the very early Christmas morning is DEFINITELY naughty. 

I'm also going to link it up to Tuesday Throwdown's Cute and Cuddly challenge because have you seen that chipmunk?! And Crafty Cardmakers also just happens to be having a Twas the Night Before Christmas Challenge!

Thanks for popping by and please do pop over to Words 2 Scrap by and check out the other gorgeous creations. 

Just for some added inspiration, here are the full lines of the poem. You can be inspired by anything in the poem!

Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads.
And mamma in her ‘kerchief, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer.

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

"Now Dasher! now, Dancer! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Comet! On, Cupid! on, on Donner and Blitzen!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.
So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Toys, and St Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney St Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.
A bundle of Toys he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, just opening his pack.

His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!

He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself!
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!"

Clement Clark Moore