The creepin feeling somethings wrong

So traditionally we accompany 5 dec. gifts with a small poem. It was poetry evening for 2 of these present-sessions at our house, and we got to the printing stage...

Now i know we have a lot to bag&tag, but this was getting ridiculous. So a bit on the late side (at the point of this shot i just wanted to show the insane amount of poems we had...) i thought to check the prints...

Seems that ye old faithfull network printer started to do some pdf-printing madness... so a big stack of useless prints... luckily most of them where empty, so reusable...

sigh.