A KNITTER”S CHRISTMAS by Howie Epstein”Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,
Knitting needles were clicking, by way of my spouse,
Knit one, pearl one, and yarn over too,
Her fingers were flying, so much left to do,
A ski hat for Jeff, a warm scarf for Scott,
A sweater for Kenny, he’s sure to look hot,
A cool shawl for Tristan, some argyles for Dad,
A knit toy for Mason, that loquacious lad,
I watch her with wonder, as objects appear,
Some flowers, a castle, a river, a deer,
An edging, a ruffle, are done in a whiz,
She’s painting with yarn, like the artist she is,
Her patterns are perfect, there’s never a glitch.
And I know she is knitting, a kiss in each stitch,
I think that all knitters, who labor away,
Giving joy unto others, must feel good every day,
Her needles stop clicking, nothing more left to do,
So I sit down and say, “Merry Christmas to you”,
And to all who are knitters, may I say with delight,
“Merry Christmas To All, And to All A Good Night!”