Twas the day before Christmas and all through the studio,
No wool loops were hooked as I thought about videos.
I should’ve been pondering Christmas blessings for one and all,
But looking outside makes one think thoughts Autumnal.
The landscape denies what the calendar knows,
We never have Christmases covered with snow
Our trees self-decorate with nature’s bright bounty,
Of course, please remember, that I live in Orange County.
The dog lays beside me in a wee little bed,
Padded with selvedges that pillow her head
She sleeps with no cares while I try be productive,
And wrestle with interruptions that prove quite disruptive.
It’s not the best time to be cinematically creative,
I should refocus, since this day is dated.
After all, twill be Christmas in just a few hours
Are there hookers in need of some special power?
And, on this topic, my head starts to ponder,
Which is also the same as a mind left to wander.
Tis the last day to send off hooks on their way,
And I don’t think we can count on Santa and sleigh.
However, if need be, there are alternate sources
To help hooking supplies wing through their courses
And, in a pinch, I could make a wee harness,
With wool worms and linen threads laying all round us.
(At last, a video topic upon which I should jump
on uses for good fiber destined to dump.)
While eight’s not enough & Rudolph’s not seen
For fill-ins, I bet,
I could muster sixteen
Replacements who’ll step in each of my traces,
To bring hooking cheer that will light up your faces.
But then, all my daydreams come crashing around
And reality sends both feet to the ground.
How in the world could such small carriers,
Fly round the world with its climactic barriers?
It’s silly to day dream, I’m almost embarrassed,
For spending the time that it takes me to share this.
But then … I remember … each of their names:
Fraser, Townsend, Bliss and Dufresne
Cambria, Atha, Norma the Clown
And a particularly fine shaded one called McGown
There’s Dip Dye and Mottle and the likeable Tweed
Who flies through the air with remarkable speed
On Gripper, On Pro Chem, On Dye Pot (the fellow)
And never forget Texas Rose, who’s quite yellow.
And, of course, out leading the pack,
Is the experienced bird known as Elizabeth Black.
With dependable names, success is no doubt
They’ll make each delivery that falls on their route.
Canada, Japan, England and the US,
To which they will speed in a line of the truest
Trajectory, … let me tell ya,
They’ll even be glad to fly to Australia!
So don’t listen for hoof beats & their noisy relations,
Nor place those sweet cookies at traditional stations.
(If you’re looking for something that is proper to leave,
They’ll really be happy with a small plate of seed.)
On Christmas Eve, whilst you lay on your beds
And visions of bent hooks dance in your heads
Yes, there’s a chance that your wish might come true
And every good hooking thing come right to you.
Don’t be afraid if outside there’s a flutter
If you’re quick and you listen, you just might hear them utter
This Christmas message, that they’ll loudly tweet
Wool rugs bring great warmth to all cold Christmas feet!
