Posted originally to the Wagon BB, I pulled this down to post on just such a special occasion.
\nEnjoy and Merry Christmas to all of my friends!<\/p>\n
\nTwas the night before Christmas, and, oh, I was weary.
\nMy stitching unfinished, my eyes getting bleary.
\nThe stockings weren’t finished, the chimney was bare.
\nAnd I knew that morning soon would be there.<\/p>\nMy children and husband were tucked in their beds,
\nBut visions of backstiches ran through my head.
\nI’d stitched ornaments and presents and gifts by the ton,
\nAnd now, I was finally, almost, almost done.<\/p>\nAs I poised my needle for one more backstitch,
\nI heard something outside that made my hand twitch.
\nI jumped up from my stitching, and flew to the door,
\nPressed my eye to the peephole, tip-toe off the floor.<\/p>\nMy stitching forgotten, I peered into the night.
\nWhen suddenly, I got a terrible fright.
\nOn my porch appeared Santa, holding his sack.
\nHe knocked softly, and I took a giant step back.<\/p>\nI unlocked the deadbolt, and let Santa in,
\nHe entered and gave a mischievous grin.
\n“Hope you don’t mind if I come in the door?”
\n“Coming down the chimney can be quite a chore.”<\/p>\nHe said “You’re up late. Still working I see.”
\n“Do you know how tired you’re going to be?”
\n“I know, Santa,” I said, with a sigh,
\n“But I’m still backstitching the stars in the sky,”<\/p>\n“And the fields on that stocking look blobby you know,
\nI need to backstitch the drifts in the snow.
\nI’ve been stitching and stitching and stitching, no rest.
\nI just tried to finish stitching too much, I guess.”<\/p>\n“I know what you mean,” he said with a smile.
\n“This is my busiest time of the year, by a mile.”
\nHe stooped down by the tree, and he opened his sack,
\nAnd began to pull presents out of his pack.<\/p>\n“I’ve got some things here I think you might like,
\nAn oak stitching frame, and a brand new Ott-Light.
\nA bundle of floss, and a great big mat cutter,”
\nI smiled and felt my heart go a-flutter. <\/p>\nHe put down gifts for us all, then he waved his right hand.
\n“Go to bed,” he said, glancing at my floor stand.
\nHe gave me a wink, and stepped out the door.
\nI just stood there a moment, glued to the floor.<\/p>\nAfter he’d left, I turned back to my chair,
\nPicked up the stockings, and started to stare.
\nThe backstitching was done! The stars lit the sky!
\nAnd on my son’s stocking angels sung on high. <\/p>\nI ran to thank Santa for this final gift,
\nAnd watched as his sleigh started to lift.
\nI heard him exclaim as he pulled out of sight,
\n“Merry stitching to all, and to all a good night!”\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Posted originally to the Wagon BB, I pulled this down to post on just such a special occasion. Enjoy and Merry Christmas to all of my friends! Twas the night before Christmas, and, oh, I was weary. My stitching unfinished, … Continue reading