Thursday, December 25, 2014

Christmas Eve

We enjoyed a quiet Christmas Eve. The wind blew and temperatures dropped to a chilly 64 degrees so we stayed in, apart from walking Auggie. I made microwave caramel corn to share at our Christmas Eve Social in the clubhouse.
There we saw a couple of familiar faces, sang Christmas carols and met some new people. It was a fun evening.

Today should be sunny and 70 degrees...a nice day.

My friend, Jill sent me this poem.  I hope you like it.

Twas the night before Christmas, 
And the scarves were not made. 
The threads were all tangled, the cookies delayed. 

The stocking weren’t hung, the pantry was bare. 
The poor weary Weaver, was tearing her hair. 
Cones of plied cotton, 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 weavers with all of their gear. 
They went straight to work with just a few mutters, 

Sorting and warping and brandishing cutters. 
The patterns emerged from all of the clutter, 
Like magic the fabrics arranged in a flutter. 
Log Cabins, Hounds Tooth, Over Shot & Plaids,
Each scarf was a beauty-even the salvages. 
Her house how it twinkled, her scarves 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 shuttles, without giving their names. 
They boarded the bus, and checked the next address. 

More scarves to be made, another weaver in distress. 
She heard one voice echo, as they drove out of sight, 
Happy weaving to all and to all a good night! 
Author Unknown re-worded for weavers by KT Easter

Merry Christmas!!!!

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