A quilter's version of.....
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A quilter's version of.....
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS - some of you might know it but it was only sent to me today and I thought it was lovely, so I wanted to share!!! 
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS ... a quilters version.
'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!
~Author Unknown Merry Merry, Happy Happy, Quilty Quilty Y'all!!~
THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS ... a quilters version.
'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!
~Author Unknown Merry Merry, Happy Happy, Quilty Quilty Y'all!!~
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