T'was the night before
Christmas
and all through the
house,
The only one sleeping
was a Quilter's dear
spouse.
The Log Cabin stockings
were almost completed,
"Just a few stitches left,"
our sweet quilter
repeated.
"Then I can hang them
and head off to finish
the pillows I'm making,
fulfilling Mom's wish
For something quilted to
put on her couch and
spoke,
as she pricked her poor finger,
our quilter said,
"Ouch!"
When from out in the
kitchen
there arose such a
crashing,
she sprang from her work,
and she dropped all
her sashing.
Away to the doorway
she flew like a plane,
wondering just what was happening
and who she would
blame.
When what to her
wondering eyes should
appear,
but Old Mrs. Claus
and her bag of
quilt-gear...
With her elves bearing gifts,
through the kitchen
she came,
she directed and pointed
and called them by
name.
"Now Elna, now Pfaff,
now Bernina and
Viking,
the Hoffman and Mumm
should be just to her
liking.
To the sewing room - there,
it's just back of the
hall,
now dash away,
dash away, dash away
all!"
"My Dear," said The
Claus
(as she liked to be
called),
"There really is no
need to worry at all.
Your projects will all be
completed this night,
I'm terribly sorry we
gave you a fright."
"Sit down. Have some
tea.
It's relaxing, you'll
see.
My friends and I've come
a long way to help
Thee."
She thought she was dreaming,
our dear Quilter did,
In fact she quite feared
that she near flipped
her lid!
But the flash of the
needles
and twist of the
thread
soon gave her to know
she had nothing to
dread.
They spoke no more words,
but went straight to
their sewing.
How the work went so quickly
she had no way way of
knowing.
The stitches, how
fine!
The corners, how
straight!
This Claus-woman's talent
was awfully great.
They finished the pillows,
then started to quilt.
Before they all knew it,
the whole thing was
built!
Now old Mrs. Claus,
she knew quilters real
well,
and she knew they'd need
help on this night
most of all
So she said to our quilter,
"Just move over dear,
I've brought my own needle.
We'll get done, never
fear.
I told dear old Santa
about what quilters
do.
How they plan all these projects
but have other work
too.
So he taught me his magic
for doing things fast.
There, that pillows done.
Now this is the last.
They tidied their thread snips,
and picked up the
scraps
and chased our dear quilter's
six cats from their
laps.
As they scurried away with
their thimbles still
gleaming
dear Mrs. Claus paused,
her cap ribbons
streaming.
"Merry Christmas, my dear,
now just have a ball!"
(author unknown)
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