Friday, December 24, 2010

'Twas The Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
There was unfinished knitting not under the tree,
The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
'Cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
But I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep---he was no help at all.
And the sweater for him was 6" too small.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash.
Tripped over my yarn and fell down in my stash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how far I still had to go.

When out on the lawn I heard such a noise,
I was sure it would wake up Dad and the boys.
And although I was tired--my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment that it must be St Nick.

Yet what I heard left me very perplex-ed
For nothing I heard was what I expect-ed.
"Move Rowan! Move Patons! Move Knitpicks and Clover!
Move Noro! Move Artyarns! Move Classy!
Move over!

Loopy, don't circle round, just stand there in line.
Pay attention you sheep and you'll work out just fine!
I know this is hard as it's just your first year
But I'd hate to go back to 8 tiny reindeer."

I peeked thru the glass. What I saw was amazing:
Eight wooly sheep on my lawn all a-grazing!
And then in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa's big boots stomping on the porch floor.

As I turned around, St Nick I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toe
And his clothes were hand knit from above to below.

A bright Fair Isle sweater he wore on his back.
And his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit sack.
His hat was a wonder of bobbles and lace
A beautiful frame for his rosey red face.

The scarf on his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
On the back of his mitts was an intricate cable.
And suddenly on one I spotted a label:

"S.C." in duplicate stitch on the cuff.
So I asked, "Hey, Nick, did YOU knit all this stuff?"
He proudly replied, "Ho, ho, ho, yes I did.
I learned how to knit when I was a kid."

He was chubby and plump, a well dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself, for I'd thought up a plan.
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair.

He spoke not a word, but looked down in his lap
Where I had laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He began then to knit, first one cap then 2--
For the first time I thought I might really get through.

He put heels in the stockings and toes in some socks,
While I sat back drinking a scotch on the rocks.
Quickly like magic his needles they flew,
Good Grief! Look at that! He was finished by two!

He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.
I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon,
"Next year, start your knitting sometime around JUNE!"

I can't find an author's name anywhere, but wanted to share.


Crazy Lady with purple fingers said...

I love it!! Thanks for sharing!! Have a great Christmas!!

Pam said...

Boy, up until the very end I thought you were quite the poet.

Nancy K. said...

I thought so too!

Very cute.
Have a wonderful Christams, Sara! You deserve it.

Lori Skoog said...

Love it! Merry Christmas Sara, to you, your hubby and all your beautiful critters. Special hug for Renny the Magnificent!

Michelle said...

Oh, that was fun! Thanks for the Christmas grin.

Alice said...

The third verse could have been written by me ;-). What a fun parody for busy fiber folks!

Dreaming said...

What fun! Oh I totally understand the last statement (thinking of all of my unfinished projects)!
I hope you have a great Christmas, and a super New Year!
Maybe we can help each other get started on projects ... And get them finished!

Christine said...

Brilliant! I think I might have something akin to tennis elbow...knitters shoulder. Too much Christmas knitting for sure.

small farm girl said...

Now that was cute!!!!

Jennie C said...

I know I am a bit late on this but OMG that was GREAT...I needed a chuckle and wished I had thought to check this back when I should have.....*GRINS and Giggles*

flowerweaver said...

I can totally relate to a Santa that finishes projects rather than bring more stuff...yeah, he's welcome here!


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