'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the land
Every knitter was knitting, quite fast, with both hands.
New socks off the needles hung chimney-side there,
In hopes that they'd dry—just soon enough to wear.
The kitties snuggled purring in warm woolly afghans,
That square by square grew from bits, bobs, and yarn-ends.
And Hubby in his hoodie, and I in knit cap,
Sat desperately knitting, half-done gifts in each lap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
That our pointy sticks poked! And THAT stopped all our chatter.
To the window we flew as though yarn were on sale
And pulled back the drapes, the view to unveil.
The moon on the gusset of our newly-knit socks
Revealed no holes that anyone might mock;
Just a miniature sleigh, not knitted at all,
And eight tiny reindeer—they were really quite small!
There was a little old knitter, casting on stitches so quick,
That I knew in a moment it must be Saint Nick.
(Not my husband, my Nick, though he's a nice dude—
'Twas the REAL St. Knitster, all jolly attitude!)
Each reindeer had yarn and needles a-clicking;
Each was knitting and knitting—because the clock was still ticking!
They'd come here to help, with gift knitting gone wild—
To help with our knitting!—and so we both smiled.
More rapid than lace knitters those coursers they knit;
And The Knitster shouted names that had changed just a bit:
"Now, Cashmere! Now, Cotton! Now, Llama and Linen!
On Quiviut! On Lambswool! On, Mohair and Rayon!
To the end of the row! To the last stitch of them all!
Now bind off and cast off and then proudly stand tall!"
The Jolly One stood surveying his team,
As they grafted and backstitched to sew up each seam.
Each piece blocked by magic, and dried in a wink,
And soon every reindeer (each smiling, I think)
Had sweaters and scarves and warm mittens piled high—
And stockings, of course! All were laid nigh.
The knitting was done! Not a stitch out of place!
And St. Knitster looked on, a wide grin on his face.
Then laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose!
Then we heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight:
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
(The reindeer made me do it...Merry Merry! — Sandi)
All of us here at Knitting Daily wish you and your loved ones
the most joyous of holiday seasons. May peace and the warmth of loving
hearts be yours in the new year ahead.
Knitting Daily is on holiday! The Knitting Daily team
is taking a little break, to spend some time with friends and family,
eat a few cookies, and knit a few stitches with a cup of cocoa nearby.
We'll be back with new knitting good stuff on January 2nd. See you then!
Socks pictured above:
Green Socks: Broken Cable Rib Socks by Ann Budd (free pattern)
Ivory Socks: Tyrolean Socks by Ann Budd (in the KD Store)
Red Socks: Comfy Socks from Knitscene (free pattern)
Sandi Wiseheart is the editor of Knitting Daily.
What's on Sandi's needles? Ten inches of the Gathered
Pullover; a pair of socks on two circulars with partial heel flaps, and
ten inches of the hood of my husband's cabled Christmas hoodie. It
won't be done by the time St. Knitster and his reindeer arrive, but it
might be done by the New Year. We'll See.