It was the night before Christmas and, in a room in the house,
I was frantically sewing, not asleep by my spouse.
The stockings weren’t hung by the chimney with care
Because all of them needed some mending, repair.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds
With pillowcase dreams still alive in their heads.
I was still sewing, with quilts in my lap;
Oh, how I wished I could take a long nap!
When the sewing machine sputtered, it made such a clatter
That I began to wonder what was the matter.
The needle was new, the tension was fine;
The machine was threaded correctly, but I might be in a bind.
I still had to sew all through the night
Because unfinished gifts the next morning would create such a fright!
As I sat there still stewing, the machine started spewing!
It spewed needles and thread and made such a racket
That I truly thought I might need a strait jacket!
When I thought about all the gifts left to sew, I looked out the window and saw some snow.
Wait, it’s snowing, but what is that falling?
No, not the white stuff, but pajama pants calling!
It seems there’s a storm, but not of white snow;
We’re having a sew storm with more pajama pants to sew.
“A sew storm!” I cried. “Oh, what a sight!
But now I’ll have to sew with all of my might.”
But wait, my machine was still spewing,
Oh dear, what was I doing?
I ran into the sew storm
With flannel softly falling
And wondered who I heard calling.
Then I soon began to feel that I had nothing to dread
Because there stood the jolly man dressed all in red.
Santa was there to help with the sewing,
But wait, where was dear Santa going?
I followed the man, a right jolly old elf
And then I saw them sitting there on the shelf.
There was Bernina, Elna, and Singer, Janome,
Pfaff, Viking, and Babylock, too.
They were sitting there waiting, all ready to sew
But I didn’t know if I could go on with the show.
When what to my wondering eyes should appear
But lots of Santa’s elves who all seemed so dear.
The elves were all sewing and the storm seemed to be slowing.
All those pajama pants I had left to sew
Tomorrow would be finished and wrapped with big bows.
It soon became clear that Santa’s work here was done,
So he turned to leave before day had begun.
I thanked him and thanked him,
But he said not a word,
And yet as I listened I heard
The words that he said as he drove out of sight,
“Happy Sewing to all, and to all a good night!”
Happy Sewing!
Merry Christmas!
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