Wednesday, December 24, 2014

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE QUILTY CHRISTMAS

I didn't write this and I don't know who did.  I wish I could give credit where credit is due.  I hope you enjoy it.  It hits home way too many times for me.  Just wish the quilting Santa were really on his way.

TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE QUILTY CHRISTMAS

Twas the night before Christmas,
And the quilts were not made,
The threads were all tangled, the cookies delayed.
The stockings 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 and 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."



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  1. Merry Christmas to you and happy quilting to all! Love that poem!

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