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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Twas the night before Knitmas
In an attempt to gather a bit more Christmas knitting spirit, I wrote the following. And yes, it was great procrastination.
Twas the night before Knitmas, when all through the house
Not a creature was knitting, not even this spouse.
The stockings were knit and blocked with such care,
In hopes that no feet would ever go bare.
The knitters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of wool yarns danced in their heads.
Some dreamt of knitting hats, tams or a cap,
But most were tired from gift knitting and needed a nap.
When out in the den there was heard a clicking,
I sprang from the bed to see what was ticking.
I shivered and shuddered in the cold air,
and realized I need to cover my deriere.
Soon the moon was out of sight
I got dressed quick as I might.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature knitter, and fabulous knitting gear.
Twas a young lady, so lively and chipper,
I knew in a moment it must be St Knitter.
More rapid than eagles these needles did knit,
She whistled and hummed and she did not quit!
A sweater! A jumper! A hat and a shrug!
A stocking! A Bolero! A tam and a rug!
Continuously she knit and didn't stall
How fast she was to make them all!
She spoke not a word, but kept to her knits,
She even knit for the people that are twits.
And laying her knits aside of the chair,
Giving a nod at the socks, she gave me a pair!
She sprang out of sight, with a leap and a bound,
This knitter flew away with nary a sound.
Tho' I heard her exclaim, ‘ere she sprang out of sight,
"Happy Knittmas to all, and to all a good-night!"
More "Twas the night" variations written by other people. Some are downright hillarious and the perfect procrastination for the week before Christmas.