‘Twas The Night Before Knitmas
‘Twas the night before Knitmas when all through the house
Not a needle was clicking, making sweater nor blouse
Knitted stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
Made from cotton, alpaca, silk, yak, and mohair
The yarn skeins were nestled all snug in their bins,
(And more yarn in the closet to hide stashers’ sins)
With Mom in her cowl, and me in my hat
We had just settled down with a lap full of cat
When out in the night, there arose sounds of hoofs
They clattered and clamored as they bounced off the roofs
I looked out the window, my eyes opened wide
A troop of huge sheep stood peering inside
They pulled a red sleigh, piled high with fine skeins
And a jolly old Spinner smiled holding the reins
I knew in a moment, it must be St. Fleece
His Fair Isle cardigan was such a nice piece
More rapid than knit stitch, to the rooftop they came
He beamed at his sheep as he called them by name
“Now! Coopworth, Now! Polwarth, Now Shetland and Orkney!
On Lincoln!, On Leicester, Icelandic, and Targhee!
To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!
Now stash away! Stash away! Stash away, all!”
Down the chimney St. Fleece shimmied quick with a bound
He was dressed in merino from his head to the ground
A bag full of fiber was slung on his back
And he covered the room with yarn from his sack
With a wink of his eye and a nod of his head
He flew up the chimney, a flash of pure red
And I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight
Happy Knitmas to all, and to all a knit night.
Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays from all of us at Interweave!
Poem by Stephen Koenig. Artwork by Janice Tapia.