'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the land,
Only a cross stitcher was stirring, with a hoop in her hand.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
Only minutes after the last stitches were lovingly put there.The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of a handmade Christmas danced in their heads.
A knock on the door-- it was Santa quite jolly.
Her wore a red linen suit, cross stitched with holly.
He stumbled on aida, floss and, needles for sewing,
"With all this clutter I really must be going!"
And she heard him proclaim as he drove out of sight,
"Put your projects away, It's the middle of the night!"
