MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU!!
Quilter's version of a Night Before Christmas
'Twas the night before Christmas,
And the quilts were not made.
The threads were all tangled, the cookies delayed.
The stocking weren't hung, the pantry was bare.
The poor weary Quilter, was tearing her hair.
Stacks of fat quarters, tipped over in streams.
Visions of Log Cabins, had turned into dreams.
When what to her wondering eyes should appear,
But a bus full of quilters with all of their gear.
They went straight to work with just a few mutters,
Sorting and stitching and brandishing cutters.
The patterns emerged from all of the clutter,
Like magic the fabrics arranged in a flutter.
Log Cabins, Lone Stars, Flying Geese & Bear Tracks
Each quilt was a beauty-even the backs.
Her house how it twinkled, her quilts how they glowed.
The cookies were baking, the stockings were sewed.
Their work was all done, so they folded their frames,
And packed up their needles, without giving their names.
They boarded the bus, and checked the next address.
More quilts to be made, another quilter in distress.
She heard one voice echo, as they drove out of sight,
Happy quilting to all and to all a good night!
AWWWWWWW I LOVE that. :) It made me smile and I know more than a few of us have been at that point. Very nice poem indeed. Thank you so much for sharing :)
Hey I think the bus missed my house :wink: Send them back here PLEASE ! LOL
Would be really nice if this could happen in real life!!!
cute!!! Did you re-write that?
Thanks for sharing that with us. I've been there.