Tuesday, December 06, 2005

Twas the Night...

'Twas the night before Christmas,
when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring,
not even a mouse;
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
and were knit with love out of silky twist mohair;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of their warm, wooly blend blankets danced in their heads;
And mamma in her stole, made from the finest RKH,
and I in my felted cap, created with green and red Cascade,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Praying it was the knitting fairy,
To bring some love to our yarn stash.
As I glanced to my right I was suddenly in awe,
as the moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to mamma’s lace stole.
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, filled with Noro, Lamb’s Pride and Cashmere!
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew it must be the knitting fairy, disguised as St. Nick!
More rapid than eagles her coursers they came,
And she whistled, and shouted, and called them all by name;
"Now, Silk Garden! now, Blue Moon! now, Debbie Bliss and Rowan!
On, Blue Sky! on KnitPicks! on, Reynolds and Noro!
To the top of the porch! to the top of the wall!
“Now knit on! Knit on! Knit on all!"
As knitting needles that before the project is begun,
Are lined up neatly about to be joined as one,
So onto the house the knitting fairy flew,
With the sleigh full of yarn, and luscious knitting books too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The sound of some footsteps, followed by a “poof”!
As I put one hand on my hat, and was turning around,
Down the chimney the knitting fairy came with a bound.
She was dressed all in alpaca, from her head to her shoes,
And her style was impeccable, knit up in beautiful shades of greens and blues;
A bundle of fiber she had flung on her back,
And she looked like a goddess just opening her pack.
Her eyes -- how they twinkled! Her demeanor how delicate!
Each gift she revealed made me just want to knit, knit, knit!
Needles, embellishments, lots of fun little gadgets
And the yarn, oh the yarn, I felt as if I really must have it!
The smile on her face was as clear as the snow,
When she reached for my hand, her skin felt like silk rose,
And the happiness of it all encircled her head like a wreath;
She was the true knitting fairy, here with me and mamma on this fine eve!
And I laughed when I looked at her, in spite of myself;
I couldn’t believe she was here, adding such luxuries to our shelves!
A wink of her eye and a twist of her head,
Soon gave us knowing we were all of the same thread;
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her work,
And filled all the stockings; then turned with a jerk,
And laying her finger aside of her nose,
She gave us a wink, and up the chimney she rose;
She sprang to her sleigh, and with the clap of her hands,
Away she flew, and left us right where we stand.
But I heard her exclaim, as she drove out of sight,
"Happy Knitting to all, and to all a good-night."


NeuroKnitter said...

Oh my gosh! You are the party Queen and a poet, too!! That poem was lovely, dear Wool Girl!!

Wool Girl said...

Thanks so much Neuroknitter! I expect to see some of your work up on here soon! :)