Here’s the last of the Christmas Poem using crochet terms. Gives you a little giggle!
With some of my favorite designers, projects and sites in mind, here is my crochet version of the classic poem. I hope it makes you smile! ~Maria~
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house
Not a Love Handle Crochet Hook was hooking, not even this mouse.
The Perfectly Plaid Stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Candy Cane Hats danced in their heads.
And mama in her Offshore Beanie, and I in my Paisley Cap, Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from under the Granny Stripes Blanket to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the…
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