Christmas poem

Twas the night before Christmas, I'm glued to the tree.
I'm wondering what Santa brought just for me.
Could it be fat quarters or a pattern or lace?
Or a quilt kit, I said, with a smile on my face.
And that's when I heard him,
"Hi Santa," I said"
You know....good little girls should be in their beds ".
"I know I should Santa, and now I've got caught.
But I was just so excited to see what you brought."
"Well, let's take a look in this room where you work.
"He shook his head quickly, And left with a jerk.
I heard him exclaim as he put it in gear.
"You've got enough stuff, I'll see you next year!"
author unknown

This Christmas poem was in my e-mail (dearjane-list) yesterday from Caroline Van Maele, in Belgium.

I just loved it, and wanted to share it with you all, the photo is of a Santa I made many years ago.

I have not been doing any sewing for the last days,
 I have been in bed with flu.
Last Tuesday I went to Strasbourg to pick up my new Bernina 830, but haven't been able to touch it.

1 comment:

Beth Karese said...

Great poem! Funny! Thanks for sharing.