HNW - Re: "stitching" Night before Christmas

Dorothy & Lou dotlou at ix.netcom.com
Sun Jan 14 00:05:46 PST 2001


This is off one of my lists, with no source for reprinting - but you can
add it to the collection of quotes!
 
> >
> >         Twas the night before Christmas, and, oh, I was weary.
> >            My stitching unfinished, my eyes getting bleary.
> >         The stockings weren't finished, the chimney was bare.
> >              And I knew that morning soon would be there.
> >           My children and husband were tucked in their beds,
> >            But visions of backstiches ran through my head.
> >       I'd stitched ornaments and presents and gifts by the ton,
> >              And now, I was finally, almost, almost done.
> >
> >             As I poised my needle for one more backstitch,
> >          I heard something outside that made my hand twitch.
> >          I jumped up from my stitching, and flew to the door,
> >         Pressed my eye to the peephole, tip-toe off the floor.
> >
> >            My stitching forgotten, I peered into the night.
> >                When suddenly, I got a terrible fright.
> >             On my porch appeared Santa, holding his sack.
> >            He knocked softly, and I took a giant step back.
> >
> >               I unlocked the deadbolt, and let Santa in,
> >                He entered and gave a mischievous grin.
> >              "Hope you don't mind if I come in the door?"
> >            "Coming down the chimney can be quite a chore."
> >
> >             He said "You're up late. Still working I see."
> >              "Do you know how tired you're going to be?"
> >                 "I know, Santa," I said, with a sigh,
> >          "But I'm still backstitching the stars in the sky,"
> >         "And the fields on that stocking look blobby you know,
> >              I need to backstitch the drifts in the snow.
> >       I've been stitching and stitching and stitching, no rest.
> >          I just tried to finish stitching too much, I guess."
> >
> >             "I know what you mean," he said with a smile.
> >           "This is my busiest time of the year, by a mile."
> >          He stooped down by the tree, and he opened his sack,
> >              And began to pull presents out of his pack.
> >
> >           "I've got some things here I think you might like,
> >           An oak stitching frame, and a brand new Ott-Light.
> >
> >            A bundle of floss, and a great big mat cutter,"
> >                I smiled and felt my heart go a-flutter.
> >
> >      He put down gifts for us all, then he waved his right hand.
> >           "Go to bed," he said, glancing at my floor stand.
> >              He gave me a wink, and stepped out the door.
> >            I just stood there a moment, glued to the floor
> >              After he'd left, I turned back to my chair,
> >             Picked up the stockings, and started to stare.
> >           The backstitching was done! The stars lit the sky!
> >             And on my son's stocking angels sung on high.
> >
> >               I ran to thank Santa for this final gift,
> >               And watched as his sleigh started to lift.
> >             I heard him exclaim as he pulled out of sight,
> >           "Merry stitching to all, and to all a good night!"


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