Twas the night before Christmas

This super cute poem is doing the rounds on Facebook but I thought I'd share it here as well, as I know some of you are not Facebook members.

Twas the night before Christmas,

And the quilts were not made.

The threads were all tangled, the cookies delayed.

The stocking weren't hung, the pantry was bare.

The poor weary Quilter, was tearing her hair.

Stacks of fat quarters, tipped over in streams.

Visions of Log Cabins, had turned into dreams.

When what to her wondering eyes should appear,

But a bus full of quilters with all of their gear.

They went straight to work with just a few mutters,

Sorting and stitching and brandishing cutters.

The patterns emerged from all of the clutter,

Like magic the fabrics arranged in a flutter.

Log Cabins, Lone Stars, Flying Geese & Bear Tracks

Each quilt was a beauty-even the backs.

Her house how it twinkled, her quilts how they glowed.

The cookies were baking, the stockings were sewed.

Their work was all done, so they folded their frames,

And packed up their needles, without giving their names.

They boarded the bus, and checked the next address.

More quilts to be made, another quilter in distress.

She heard one voice echo, as they drove out of sight,

Happy quilting to all and to all a good night!

~Author Unknown

Merry Merry, Happy Happy, Quilty Quilty Y'all!!

Isn't it super cute?  I think it originated on the Quiltville Facebook page.

If you visit gorgeous Jenny at Clover and Violet you will be able to make this delightful block.

Please follow this LINK.  Enormous thanks to Jenny for sharing her creativity with us...so very generous.

Happy Monday to you...hope it is full of fun

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