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I got this from one of my Yahoo groups it's a forward is that copyrighted?

 

CROCHETERS' NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS

 

>>~ Author Unknown ~

>>'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me

>>There was unfinished crocheting not under the tree,

>>The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care

>>'Cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.

 

>>The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

>>But I had not finished the caps for their heads.

>>Dad was asleep---he was no help at all.

>>And the sweater for him was 6" too small.

 

>>When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

>>I put down my hook to see what was the matter.

>>Away to the window I flew like a flash.

>>Tripped over my yarn and fell down in my stash.

 

>>The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow

>>Reminded me how far I still had to go.

>>When out on the lawn I heard such a noise,

>>I was sure it would wake up both Dad and the boys.

 

>>And although I was tired--my brain a bit thick,

>>I knew in a moment that it must be St Nick.

>>Yet what I heard left me very perplex-ed

>>For nothing I heard was what I expect-ed.

 

>>"Move Rowan! Move Patons! Move Koigu and Clover!

>>Move Shelridge! Move Starmore! Move Spinrite! Move over!

>>Lopi, don't circle around, just stand there in line.

>>Pay attention you sheep and you'll work out just fine!

 

>>I know this is hard as it's just your first year

>>But I'd hate to go back to 8 tiny reindeer."

>>I peered over the sill. What I saw was amazing:

>>Eight wooly sheep on my lawn all a-grazing!

 

>>And then in a twinkle, I heard at the door

>>Santa's big boots stomping on the porch floor.

>>I rose from my knees and got back on my feet.

>>As I turned around, St Nick I did meet.

 

>>He was dressed all in wool from his heat to his toe

>>And his clothes were hand crochet from above to below.

>>A bright Fair Isle sweater he wore on his back.

>>And his toys were all stuffed in an Aran crochet sack.

 

>>His hat was a wonder of bobbles and lace

>>A beautiful frame for his rosy red face.

>>The scarf on his neck could have stretched for a mile,

>>And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.

 

>>On the back of his mitts was an intricate cable.

>>And suddenly on one I spotted a small label:

>>"S.C." in duplicate on the cuff.

>>So I asked, "Hey, Nick, did YOU crochet all this stuff?"

 

>>He proudly replied, "Ho, ho, ho, yes I did.

>>I learned how to crochet when I was just a kid."

>>He was chubby and plump, a well dressed old man,

>>And I laughed to myself, for I'd thought up a plan.

 

>>I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,

>>And the next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair.

>>He spoke not a word, but looked down in his lap

>>Where I had laid my crochet hook and yarn for a cap.

 

>>He began then to crochet, first one cap then 2--

>>For the first time I thought I might really get through.

>>He put heels in the stockings and toes in some socks,

>>While I sat back drinking a scotch on the rocks.

 

>>Quickly like magic his hooks they flew,

>>Good Grief! He was finished by two!

>>He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,

>>And over his shoulder he looked back at me.

>>I heard him explain as he sailed past the moon,

>>"Next year, start your crocheting sometime around JUNE!"

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i got up and was looking before the kids for school and they thought i was loosing it i am laughing so hard. the writer of this has been looking in my WIPS. now i know what to do...ill have to catch santa by surprise

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:rofl Oh, that's why I'm glad I don't have too many people to shop/craft for. Hugs to all of you with big groups of WIP's left to go! :hug
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