So once again Christmas is upon us. Diane and I would like to wish all of our members the happiest of holidays, and thank you for joining our little group. As is the custom for many at this time of year we offer up our own twisted version of The Night Before Christmas, preserving the first and last lines. We hope that all your projects are finished and you can relax and enjoy it with a nice cup of cocoa.

The Night Before Christmas - Sewing Edition

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for my spouse;

The projects stacked high on the sewing room table,

In the hope that she’d finish them if she were able.

The day, it had ended, and gone was the light

while the sewing room blazed, being ever so bright.

Reclined in my easy chair, with a dog on my lap,

I quietly dozed in a nice winter’s nap.

When out of the sewing room there came such a clatter,

I leaped from my chair to see what was the matter.

The sobbing, the wailing, her teeth they did gnash,

“I’m one square short, and there’s none in my stash!”

All over that room, we searched high and low,

But no trace was found, the square did not show.

I pondered a bit, while drying her tears,

No quilt shop would open ’til after New Year’s.

A solution was needed, both simple and slick,

I needed an answer and I needed it quick.

In search of ideas, my mind was aflame,

We had lots of fabric, but it wasn’t the same.

Now measure, now fold it, now cut off a row,

No matter what action, the problem will show.

I thought of my closet, and ran down the hall,

and looked through my shirts, inspecting them all.

As dry leaves through an open garage fly,

An idea came to me, just something to try.

I grabbed a white shirt, one I had that was new,

A good bit of fabric, and it’s all cotton too.

With a rotary cutter I made my attack,

And cut a new square right out of the back.

Her brow, it was wrinkled, I detected a smirk.

“It’s really no match, and I know it won’t work!”

Ignoring her doubts, I went straight to the ‘net,

And found a design I proceeded to get.

I hooped up the fabric on the sewing room table

And inserted lettering to make a nice label.

With embroidery added, she stitched in the piece

And quilted it up with some all-cotton fleece.

On Christmas we rose and dressed up in our finest,

I put on my new shirt, with it’s back somewhat minus.

We greeted our guests, while unwrapping in shifts

Until the whole family was surrounded by gifts.

The logs in the fireplace, cracking and roaring

While the heat in the room set my pulse rate a’soaring.

My family said, over kids’ happy racket,

“For heaven’s sake Dad, take off that wool jacket!”

I nodded and smiled, my brow dripping in sweat,

“I’m fine for the moment, not ready just yet.”

It’s my wish for you now that your projects go right

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

So once again Christmas is upon us. Diane and I would like to wish all of our members the happiest of holidays, and thank you for joining our little group. As is the custom for many at this time of year we offer up our own twisted version of The Night Before Christmas, preserving the first and last lines. We hope that all your projects are finished and you can relax and enjoy it with a nice cup of cocoa.

The Night Before Christmas - Sewing Edition

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for my spouse;

The projects stacked high on the sewing room table,

In the hope that she’d finish them if she were able.

The day, it had ended, and gone was the light

while the sewing room blazed, being ever so bright.

Reclined in my easy chair, with a dog on my lap,

I quietly dozed in a nice winter’s nap.

When out of the sewing room there came such a clatter,

I leaped from my chair to see what was the matter.

The sobbing, the wailing, her teeth they did gnash,

“I’m one square short, and there’s none in my stash!”

All over that room, we searched high and low,

But no trace was found, the square did not show.

I pondered a bit, while drying her tears,

No quilt shop would open ’til after New Year’s.

A solution was needed, both simple and slick,

I needed an answer and I needed it quick.

In search of ideas, my mind was aflame,

We had lots of fabric, but it wasn’t the same.

Now measure, now fold it, now cut off a row,

No matter what action, the problem will show.

I thought of my closet, and ran down the hall,

and looked through my shirts, inspecting them all.

As dry leaves through an open garage fly,

An idea came to me, just something to try.

I grabbed a white shirt, one I had that was new,

A good bit of fabric, and it’s all cotton too.

With a rotary cutter I made my attack,

And cut a new square right out of the back.

Her brow, it was wrinkled, I detected a smirk.

“It’s really no match, and I know it won’t work!”

Ignoring her doubts, I went straight to the ‘net,

And found a design I proceeded to get.

I hooped up the fabric on the sewing room table

And inserted lettering to make a nice label.

With embroidery added, she stitched in the piece

And quilted it up with some all-cotton fleece.

On Christmas we rose and dressed up in our finest,

I put on my new shirt, with it’s back somewhat minus.

We greeted our guests, while unwrapping in shifts

Until the whole family was surrounded by gifts.

The logs in the fireplace, cracking and roaring

While the heat in the room set my pulse rate a’soaring.

My family said, over kids’ happy racket,

“For heaven’s sake Dad, take off that wool jacket!”

I nodded and smiled, my brow dripping in sweat,

“I’m fine for the moment, not ready just yet.”

It’s my wish for you now that your projects go right

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

 

So once again Christmas is upon us. Diane and I would like to wish all of our members the happiest of holidays, and thank you for joining our little group. As is the custom for many at this time of year we offer up our own twisted version of The Night Before Christmas, preserving the first and last lines. We hope that all your projects are finished and you can relax and enjoy it with a nice cup of cocoa.

The Night Before Christmas - Sewing Edition

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for my spouse;

The projects stacked high on the sewing room table,

In the hope that she’d finish them if she were able.

The day, it had ended, and gone was the light

while the sewing room blazed, being ever so bright.

Reclined in my easy chair, with a dog on my lap,

I quietly dozed in a nice winter’s nap.

When out of the sewing room there came such a clatter,

I leaped from my chair to see what was the matter.

The sobbing, the wailing, her teeth they did gnash,

“I’m one square short, and there’s none in my stash!”

All over that room, we searched high and low,

But no trace was found, the square did not show.

I pondered a bit, while drying her tears,

No quilt shop would open ’til after New Year’s.

A solution was needed, both simple and slick,

I needed an answer and I needed it quick.

In search of ideas, my mind was aflame,

We had lots of fabric, but it wasn’t the same.

Now measure, now fold it, now cut off a row,

No matter what action, the problem will show.

I thought of my closet, and ran down the hall,

and looked through my shirts, inspecting them all.

As dry leaves through an open garage fly,

An idea came to me, just something to try.

I grabbed a white shirt, one I had that was new,

A good bit of fabric, and it’s all cotton too.

With a rotary cutter I made my attack,

And cut a new square right out of the back.

Her brow, it was wrinkled, I detected a smirk.

“It’s really no match, and I know it won’t work!”

Ignoring her doubts, I went straight to the ‘net,

And found a design I proceeded to get.

I hooped up the fabric on the sewing room table

And inserted lettering to make a nice label.

With embroidery added, she stitched in the piece

And quilted it up with some all-cotton fleece.

On Christmas we rose and dressed up in our finest,

I put on my new shirt, with it’s back somewhat minus.

We greeted our guests, while unwrapping in shifts

Until the whole family was surrounded by gifts.

The logs in the fireplace, cracking and roaring

While the heat in the room set my pulse rate a’soaring.

My family said, over kids’ happy racket,

“For heaven’s sake Dad, take off that wool jacket!”

I nodded and smiled, my brow dripping in sweat,

“I’m fine for the moment, not ready just yet.”

It’s my wish for you now that your projects go right

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

 

So once again Christmas is upon us. Diane and I would like to wish all of our members the happiest of holidays, and thank you for joining our little group. As is the custom for many at this time of year we offer up our own twisted version of The Night Before Christmas, preserving the first and last lines. We hope that all your projects are finished and you can relax and enjoy it with a nice cup of cocoa.

The Night Before Christmas - Sewing Edition

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for my spouse;

The projects stacked high on the sewing room table,

In the hope that she’d finish them if she were able.

The day, it had ended, and gone was the light

while the sewing room blazed, being ever so bright.

Reclined in my easy chair, with a dog on my lap,

I quietly dozed in a nice winter’s nap.

When out of the sewing room there came such a clatter,

I leaped from my chair to see what was the matter.

The sobbing, the wailing, her teeth they did gnash,

“I’m one square short, and there’s none in my stash!”

All over that room, we searched high and low,

But no trace was found, the square did not show.

I pondered a bit, while drying her tears,

No quilt shop would open ’til after New Year’s.

A solution was needed, both simple and slick,

I needed an answer and I needed it quick.

In search of ideas, my mind was aflame,

We had lots of fabric, but it wasn’t the same.

Now measure, now fold it, now cut off a row,

No matter what action, the problem will show.

I thought of my closet, and ran down the hall,

and looked through my shirts, inspecting them all.

As dry leaves through an open garage fly,

An idea came to me, just something to try.

I grabbed a white shirt, one I had that was new,

A good bit of fabric, and it’s all cotton too.

With a rotary cutter I made my attack,

And cut a new square right out of the back.

Her brow, it was wrinkled, I detected a smirk.

“It’s really no match, and I know it won’t work!”

Ignoring her doubts, I went straight to the ‘net,

And found a design I proceeded to get.

I hooped up the fabric on the sewing room table

And inserted lettering to make a nice label.

With embroidery added, she stitched in the piece

And quilted it up with some all-cotton fleece.

On Christmas we rose and dressed up in our finest,

I put on my new shirt, with it’s back somewhat minus.

We greeted our guests, while unwrapping in shifts

Until the whole family was surrounded by gifts.

The logs in the fireplace, cracking and roaring

While the heat in the room set my pulse rate a’soaring.

My family said, over kids’ happy racket,

“For heaven’s sake Dad, take off that wool jacket!”

I nodded and smiled, my brow dripping in sweat,

“I’m fine for the moment, not ready just yet.”

It’s my wish for you now that your projects go right

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

 

So once again Christmas is upon us. Diane and I would like to wish all of our members the happiest of holidays, and thank you for joining our little group. As is the custom for many at this time of year we offer up our own twisted version of The Night Before Christmas, preserving the first and last lines. We hope that all your projects are finished and you can relax and enjoy it with a nice cup of cocoa.

The Night Before Christmas - Sewing Edition

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for my spouse;

The projects stacked high on the sewing room table,

In the hope that she’d finish them if she were able.

The day, it had ended, and gone was the light

while the sewing room blazed, being ever so bright.

Reclined in my easy chair, with a dog on my lap,

I quietly dozed in a nice winter’s nap.

When out of the sewing room there came such a clatter,

I leaped from my chair to see what was the matter.

The sobbing, the wailing, her teeth they did gnash,

“I’m one square short, and there’s none in my stash!”

All over that room, we searched high and low,

But no trace was found, the square did not show.

I pondered a bit, while drying her tears,

No quilt shop would open ’til after New Year’s.

A solution was needed, both simple and slick,

I needed an answer and I needed it quick.

In search of ideas, my mind was aflame,

We had lots of fabric, but it wasn’t the same.

Now measure, now fold it, now cut off a row,

No matter what action, the problem will show.

I thought of my closet, and ran down the hall,

and looked through my shirts, inspecting them all.

As dry leaves through an open garage fly,

An idea came to me, just something to try.

I grabbed a white shirt, one I had that was new,

A good bit of fabric, and it’s all cotton too.

With a rotary cutter I made my attack,

And cut a new square right out of the back.

Her brow, it was wrinkled, I detected a smirk.

“It’s really no match, and I know it won’t work!”

Ignoring her doubts, I went straight to the ‘net,

And found a design I proceeded to get.

I hooped up the fabric on the sewing room table

And inserted lettering to make a nice label.

With embroidery added, she stitched in the piece

And quilted it up with some all-cotton fleece.

On Christmas we rose and dressed up in our finest,

I put on my new shirt, with it’s back somewhat minus.

We greeted our guests, while unwrapping in shifts

Until the whole family was surrounded by gifts.

The logs in the fireplace, cracking and roaring

While the heat in the room set my pulse rate a’soaring.

My family said, over kids’ happy racket,

“For heaven’s sake Dad, take off that wool jacket!”

I nodded and smiled, my brow dripping in sweat,

“I’m fine for the moment, not ready just yet.”

It’s my wish for you now that your projects go right

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

 

Thank you Jim and Dianne for all you do!  We are truly undeserving of all that you do for us!

May you have a very Merry Christmas and may God bless each of you in the coming New Year!

Pam

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On Dec 24, 2014, at 3:54 PM, jim.stutsman@... [janome12000] <janome12000@...> wrote:

 

So once again Christmas is upon us. Diane and I would like to wish all of our members the happiest of holidays, and thank you for joining our little group. As is the custom for many at this time of year we offer up our own twisted version of The Night Before Christmas, preserving the first and last lines. We hope that all your projects are finished and you can relax and enjoy it with a nice cup of cocoa.

The Night Before Christmas - Sewing Edition

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for my spouse;

The projects stacked high on the sewing room table,

In the hope that she’d finish them if she were able.

The day, it had ended, and gone was the light

while the sewing room blazed, being ever so bright.

Reclined in my easy chair, with a dog on my lap,

I quietly dozed in a nice winter’s nap.

When out of the sewing room there came such a clatter,

I leaped from my chair to see what was the matter.

The sobbing, the wailing, her teeth they did gnash,

“I’m one square short, and there’s none in my stash!”

All over that room, we searched high and low,

But no trace was found, the square did not show.

I pondered a bit, while drying her tears,

No quilt shop would open ’til after New Year’s.

A solution was needed, both simple and slick,

I needed an answer and I needed it quick.

In search of ideas, my mind was aflame,

We had lots of fabric, but it wasn’t the same.

Now measure, now fold it, now cut off a row,

No matter what action, the problem will show.

I thought of my closet, and ran down the hall,

and looked through my shirts, inspecting them all.

As dry leaves through an open garage fly,

An idea came to me, just something to try.

I grabbed a white shirt, one I had that was new,

A good bit of fabric, and it’s all cotton too.

With a rotary cutter I made my attack,

And cut a new square right out of the back.

Her brow, it was wrinkled, I detected a smirk.

“It’s really no match, and I know it won’t work!”

Ignoring her doubts, I went straight to the ‘net,

And found a design I proceeded to get.

I hooped up the fabric on the sewing room table

And inserted lettering to make a nice label.

With embroidery added, she stitched in the piece

And quilted it up with some all-cotton fleece.

On Christmas we rose and dressed up in our finest,

I put on my new shirt, with it’s back somewhat minus.

We greeted our guests, while unwrapping in shifts

Until the whole family was surrounded by gifts.

The logs in the fireplace, cracking and roaring

While the heat in the room set my pulse rate a’soaring.

My family said, over kids’ happy racket,

“For heaven’s sake Dad, take off that wool jacket!”

I nodded and smiled, my brow dripping in sweat,

“I’m fine for the moment, not ready just yet.”

It’s my wish for you now that your projects go right

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

 

So once again Christmas is upon us. Diane and I would like to wish all of our members the happiest of holidays, and thank you for joining our little group. As is the custom for many at this time of year we offer up our own twisted version of The Night Before Christmas, preserving the first and last lines. We hope that all your projects are finished and you can relax and enjoy it with a nice cup of cocoa.

The Night Before Christmas - Sewing Edition

’Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for my spouse;

The projects stacked high on the sewing room table,

In the hope that she’d finish them if she were able.

The day, it had ended, and gone was the light

while the sewing room blazed, being ever so bright.

Reclined in my easy chair, with a dog on my lap,

I quietly dozed in a nice winter’s nap.

When out of the sewing room there came such a clatter,

I leaped from my chair to see what was the matter.

The sobbing, the wailing, her teeth they did gnash,

“I’m one square short, and there’s none in my stash!”

All over that room, we searched high and low,

But no trace was found, the square did not show.

I pondered a bit, while drying her tears,

No quilt shop would open ’til after New Year’s.

A solution was needed, both simple and slick,

I needed an answer and I needed it quick.

In search of ideas, my mind was aflame,

We had lots of fabric, but it wasn’t the same.

Now measure, now fold it, now cut off a row,

No matter what action, the problem will show.

I thought of my closet, and ran down the hall,

and looked through my shirts, inspecting them all.

As dry leaves through an open garage fly,

An idea came to me, just something to try.

I grabbed a white shirt, one I had that was new,

A good bit of fabric, and it’s all cotton too.

With a rotary cutter I made my attack,

And cut a new square right out of the back.

Her brow, it was wrinkled, I detected a smirk.

“It’s really no match, and I know it won’t work!”

Ignoring her doubts, I went straight to the ‘net,

And found a design I proceeded to get.

I hooped up the fabric on the sewing room table

And inserted lettering to make a nice label.

With embroidery added, she stitched in the piece

And quilted it up with some all-cotton fleece.

On Christmas we rose and dressed up in our finest,

I put on my new shirt, with it’s back somewhat minus.

We greeted our guests, while unwrapping in shifts

Until the whole family was surrounded by gifts.

The logs in the fireplace, cracking and roaring

While the heat in the room set my pulse rate a’soaring.

My family said, over kids’ happy racket,

“For heaven’s sake Dad, take off that wool jacket!”

I nodded and smiled, my brow dripping in sweat,

“I’m fine for the moment, not ready just yet.”

It’s my wish for you now that your projects go right

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!