And all through the house
You could hear me screaming
My sewing machine is lous-
ing up these beautiful stockings
That the kids will hang by the chimney with care
If I can finish them before presents we share
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads;
But auntie was swearing--and ripping--and crap!
She sewed and she sewed but she needed a nap,
From the machine there arose such a clatter,
I sprang to the laptop to see what was the matter.
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night."
3 comments:
I just adore those stockings!!
They look great! Love the poem...I can totally relate to sewing machine problems. I went through that recently while finishing a pillow. I hate making pillows now. :-)
They're beautiful, and I'm sure they'll be treasured for years to come.
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