A Quilter's Christmas
T’was the night before Christmas, but I wasn’t asleep.
I was locked in my sewing room, projects knee deep.
The stockings were waiting to be finished and bound, but no bias tape maker or thread was found.
When from the front lawn I heard such a clatter, I flew to the door to see what was the matter.
St Nick and his crew had stopped on their way, to bring glory and gifts to the world today.
Santa I cried, I am all out of kilter! What do you have in your bag for a quilter?
He smiled as he pulled from the back of his sleigh, a patchwork bag to make my day.
Mettler and Fiskars, Olfa and more, but I gasped as I saw the fabric galore.
Marcus and Blank and the Elf on the Shelf. Dear Santa I cried there is too much for myself!
Let’s share all these goodies to cure all quilters' pains! I hopped in his sled and grabbed the reins.
We laughed and called out as the sled took flight,
Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!
Written by Betty Gormick
T’was the night before Christmas, but I wasn’t asleep.
I was locked in my sewing room, projects knee deep.
The stockings were waiting to be finished and bound, but no bias tape maker or thread was found.
When from the front lawn I heard such a clatter, I flew to the door to see what was the matter.
St Nick and his crew had stopped on their way, to bring glory and gifts to the world today.
Santa I cried, I am all out of kilter! What do you have in your bag for a quilter?
He smiled as he pulled from the back of his sleigh, a patchwork bag to make my day.
Mettler and Fiskars, Olfa and more, but I gasped as I saw the fabric galore.
Marcus and Blank and the Elf on the Shelf. Dear Santa I cried there is too much for myself!
Let’s share all these goodies to cure all quilters' pains! I hopped in his sled and grabbed the reins.
We laughed and called out as the sled took flight,
Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night!
Written by Betty Gormick
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