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
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> > 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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