'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the house
I was still stirring, and I think so was a mouse.
The stockings weren't hung, the mantle was bare,
I sure wasn't ready for Christmas to be here!
Patterns of lace were strewn all over the bed,
While visions of things undone danced in my head.
With thread on the table and a cat on my lap
I couldn't settle my brain on one thing to tat.
When out in the hall there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter.
Hanging down from the table a part of my stash
Caught me off guard, I went down with a crash!
The glitter that fell from the table like snow
Gave quite a shine to my head down below.
When, what to my watering eyes should appear,
But a miniature person in fancy foot gear.
She was dressed all in lace, from her head to her toes,
And her clothes were all covered with lots of picots.
An array of bright thread she had clutched in her hand,
And she looked very lovely, in fact very grand.
Her eyes - how they twinkled! Her tresses, how lovely!
Her cheeks were like roses, her stance very queenly!
Her red little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
The dress she was wearing was as white as the snow.
She spoke not a word, but went straight to her task,
What she was doing I had no thought to ask.
And plying the thread, not seeming to bustle,
She made gorgeous lace with a bright silver shuttle!
Her hands flew through the thread, this lovely small elf,
And I laughed as I watched her, in spite of myself!
Each piece as she finished she laid on the table,
Fine tatting she made, her face very tranquil.
When her tatting was done, when finally she finished,
Then as quick as she'd come she suddenly vanished.
But I heard her exclaim, 'ere she faded from sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good knot!"
Based on "Twas the Night Before Christmas" by Clement Clarke Moore
PS Real quick - did you see the lunar eclipse last night? Pretty cool, wasn't it?
Labels: Clement Clarke Moore, elf, poem, Tatting Tea Tuesday