[NFB-Krafters-Korner] Quilters night before Christmas

[SHELLEY SCHUETT]

Quilters night before Christmas

 

'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!