Friday, December 24, 2004

I might post more later, but right now breathing is taking a great deal of concentration, since I got suddenly and violently ill last night (and yet I'm at work. I deserved that damn bonus!)

Rent was amazing - loved it and cried through the whole thing, and then erased any chance that my husband wouldn't realize what a little music geek I am by trying to explain word painting and how very brilliant Jonathon Larson was in the car on the way home (that is, I was explaining in the car on the way home, not how very brilliant Jonathon Larson was in the car... he would have been very creepy, but not unwelcome, in the car. Oh, how I love a good dangling participle). GB's gift (that I mentioned yesterday but couldn't give you details) was a pair of socks - the first thing I've ever given him that I knit, because of the curse. They were (oh, come on, you know what's coming) Alpaca and he loved them. I just forgot to take pictures.

I did remember to take pictures of Caroline's gifts. The mittens, which were finished around 3 this morning, because I couldn't lie flat so was sitting up on the couch and felt I should be productive. Need a little trimming of ends, but everything is woven in. There's also the shot of the hat with the mittens, and that little blob above the hat is the scarf-to-be. It will be stripes of the white (which is white Cha-Cha double stranded with the pink Yukon) and plain pink. I sure hope she likes them - I think they're darn cute, myself.


'Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
Was unfinished knitting not under the tree.

The stockings weren't hung by the chimney with care
'cause the heels and the toes had not a stitch there.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds
but I had not finished the caps for their heads.

Dad was asleep; he was no help at all,
And the sweater for him was six inches too small.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.

Away to the window, I flew like a flash,
Tripped over my yarn and fell down with a crash.

The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how much I still had to go.

Out on my lawn, I heard such a noise,
I thought it would wake both dad and the boys.

And though I was tired,my brain was a bit thick,
I knew in a moment,it must be Saint Nick.

But what I heard then left me perplexed-ed,
For not a name I heard was what I had expected

"move,Ashford; move,Lopi; move,Addie and Clover
Move,Reynolds; move,Starmore; move, Fraylic--move over"

"Paton, don't circle round; stand in line.
Come now, you sheep wool work just fine!

I know this is hard semi, it's just your first year,
I'd hate to go back to eight tiny reindeer."

I peered over the sill; what I saw was amazing,
Eight woolly sheep on my lawn all a'grazing.

And then,in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa's feet coming across the porch floor.

I rose from my knees and got back on my feet,
And as I turned round, Saint Nick, I did meet.

He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toe
And his clothes were handknit from above to below.

A bright Fairisle sweater he wore on his back,
and his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit sack.

His cap was a wonder of bobbles and lace,
A beautiful frame for his rosy red face.

The scarf round his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.

The back of his mittens bore an intricate cable,
And suddenly on one I spied a small label.

SC was duplicate stitched on the cuff,
and I asked "Hey Nick, did you knit all this stuff?"

He proudly replied "Ho-ho-ho, yes I did,
I learned how to knit when I was a kid."

He was chubby and plump, a quite well-dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself for I'd thought up a plan,.

I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew he was tied to a chair.

He spoke not a word, but looked in his lap
Where I'd laid my needles and yarn for a cap.

He quickly began knitting, first one cap then two;
For the first time I thought I'd really get through.

He put heels on the stockings and toes in some socks
While I sat back drinking Scotch on the rocks!!

So quickly like magic, his needles they flew,
That he was all finished by quarter to two.

He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me.

And I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon
"Next year start your knitting sometime around June!"

Author Unknown


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hope you are feeling better soon, cutie!!
"Rent" sounds wonderful.
Love the pinkie pink gifts.
And of course, Ken loves the socks - they're from you, silly!

11:14 AM  
Blogger Amy Boogie said...

You definitely deserved that bonus - I hope you feel better.

I loved Rent too - we got the soundtrack last year and I can still "see" all the scenes play out.

Thank you for the tagboard comment. I paid for the "little extras" and no popups. I liked the customizing crap. Yes, I'm a geek that wants an excuse to play with more html. Now if I can just get Blogger to behave for me.

Merry Christmas lady! I hope you and yours have a peaceful and happy Holiday.

11:37 AM  
Blogger Dawn said...

Oh, I'm glad you enjoyed the play, but I hope you get to feeling better soon! The mitten/scarf/hat set is adorable, I'm sure she'll love it.

Have a wonderful Christmas!

12:26 PM  
Blogger Kim in Oregon said...

Merry Christmas Amie! Love the mittens. Feel better soon. What traditions did you decide on for your first married Christmas??

12:33 PM  
Blogger Carolyn said...

Hot mittens and hat and cool poem! Sending "healing" wishes to you in addition to the Christmas ones.

2:04 PM  
Blogger vi said...

you & thaddeaus, both sick.
feel better,
eat soup

3:08 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...'re the best...Thank you for a great Christmas present, to come home to a wonderful comment from you after a long day at work...Please do get well soon...I'm looking forward to spinning with you again! Hugs and thanks for your friendship, you are a treasure. :)

10:40 PM  
Blogger Kim said...

The mittens are adorable!

I hope you feel better soon!!


11:14 PM  
Blogger Bess said...

Merry Christmas, sweetie - to you and GB and D. Loved the poem. Knit on, my dear, knit on.

7:36 AM  

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