Happy Christmas to all
’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the shop
Every shelf was just so, from the floor to the top.
The samples were folded, the skeins all aligned,
Each label just right—they had details in mind.
Ginni, in her sweater so beautifully styled,
Had sketches spread out—her design running wild.
“No rush,” she said coolly, with pencil in hand,
“Good shaping takes time…and I have a plan.”
Whitney was there with her cute little sweater,
Leading a knitalong, now what could be better!.
“Now let’s bind this off,” she said with a wink,
“we’ll do the Italian—it’s easier than you think.”
Mary was cozy, a shawl in her hand,
awaiting the arrival of her Wednesday band
“I’ve just done a cowl, oh wait, make that two”
“I really can’t help it, I love something new”
While Jenny, of course, with sock yarn divine,
Worked two at a time (why not? She’s so fine).
When out on the street there arose such a clatter,
The team looked around to see what was the matter.
The moon on the bay cast a silvery glow—
So bright you might even stop knitting mid-row.
“It’s fine,” said Ginni, without any pause,
“I know this old story… it’s just Santa Claus.”
But no—’twas not Santa, no reindeer in sight,
That would be entirely too predictable tonight.
Instead it was Ellen, holding the reins,
In a sleigh overflowing with beautiful skeins.
In her pink sweater (it’s always the same),
She urged her sheep on and called each one by name:
“On Polwarth! On Leicester! On Shetland and Cormo!
On Targhee! On Cotswold! Herdwick! Merino!”
From the top of the hill past the trees on the square,
Those sheep pulled the sleigh through the cold winter air.
At the door was our Keisha, sweet smile on her face,
Our shy sweater knitter, with the warmest embrace.
“Come in,” she said gently, “You’re here right on time,
We’re talking about sleeves… and finishing just fine.”
And Lori was there, adding yarns to the site
So careful and detailed, putting everything is just right.
Dreaming of sweaters and cruising the sea,
“Everything’s loaded,” she said, “Glory Be!”
Then in came Nicole with a sparkle and sway,
Arms full of Tea Time in colors that slay.
Mini sets dancing, each palette a dream,
“Just wait for what’s next,” she proudly did beam.
So why were we gathered so late in the store,
This beautiful team—each one I adore?
We’re here to say something to friends near and far:
We love and appreciate you—wherever you are.
On-line or in person, you are a delight
Merry Christmas, happy knitting, and to all a good night
With love,
Ellen, Ginni, Mary, Jenny, Whitney, Nicole, Keisha, and Lori
23 Responses
Whitney
January 01, 2026
ok so cute!!