A KNITTERS POEM FOR CHRISTMAS (via Madam clickety click @ bexknitwear)

Brilliant poem sums up a knitter

’Twas the night before Christmas and all around me There was unfinished knitting 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 six sizes too small. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I put do … Read More

via Madam clickety click @ bexknitwear