Jimmy sent this to me this morning and it made my day....
`Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
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 six inches 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 with a
crash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how
much I still had to go.
Out on my lawn, I heard such a noise,
I thought it
would wake both dad and the boys.
And though I was tired, my brain was a
bit thick,
I knew in a moment, it must be Saint Nick.
But what I heard
then left me perplexed-ed,
For not a name I heard was what I had
expected
"move, Ashford; move, Lopi; move, Addie and Clover
Move,
Reynolds; move, Starmore; move, Fraylicmove
over"
"Paton,
don't circle round; stand in line.
Come now, you sheep wool work just
fine!
I know this is hard semi, it's just your first year,
I'd hate to go
back to eight tiny reindeer."
I peered over the sill; what I saw was
amazing,
Eight woolly sheep on my lawn all a'grazing.
And then,in a
twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa's feet coming across the porch floor.
I
rose from my knees and got back on my feet,
And as I turned round, Saint
Nick, I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his head to his
toe
And his clothes were handknit from above to below.
A bright Fairisle
sweater he wore on his back,
and his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit
sack.
His cap was a wonder of bobbles and lace,
A beautiful frame for his
rosy red face.
The scarf round his neck could have stretched for
a
mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
The back of
his mittens bore an intricate cable,
And suddenly on one I spied a small
label.
SC was duplicate stitched on the cuff,
and 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 quite
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 in his
lap
Where I'd laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He quickly began
knitting, first one cap then two;
For the first time I thought I'd really get
through.
He put heels on the stockings and toes in some socks
While I sat
back drinking Scotch on the rocks!!
So quickly like magic, his needles
they flew,
That he was all finished by quarter to two.
He sprang for his
sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at
me.
And I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon
"Next year start
your knitting sometime around June."
-Author Unknown
Don't want to be this person? We still have some ready made hand knitted and woven things at the store and will be open til 3pm.
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