'Twas the Night Before Christmas Poem
(A Quilters' Version from EverythingQuilts.com)
T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house,
"Then I can hang them and head off to finish
When from out in the kitchen there arose such a crashing,
When what to her wondering eyes should appear,
"Now Elna, now Pfaff, now Bernina and Viking,
"My Dear," said The Claus (as she liked to be called),
The stitches, how fine! The corners, how straight!
I told dear old Santa about what quilters do.
They tidied their thread snips, and picked up the scraps
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
I just read a beautiful quilty poem on this site and I have to share it with you: