Sunday, November 26, 2017 at 9:29 PM
Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns
The needles click softly in the cozy room
while in the cooking pot, the turnips stew.
The mulled wine on the stove is steaming too,
while the youngest munches cookies through and through.
Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking — I can hardly believe what I see!
And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework is left with nothing to do.
The apartment smells of cookies sweet,
my little kitten sleeps on the sofa seat.
Despite the mulled wine, the stocking’s nearly done,
but the wool is poor quality, not much fun.
Oh dear, what shall I do with it now?
Unraveling it keeps me fit somehow.
Josefa can get help and more
from all the helpful CP authors galore.
Meanwhile she looks for Christmas baubles bright,
"Which colors are in? I’ll google that tonight."
And where are all the lovely crochet stars?
I have an idea: "I’ll make them myself," gladly, by far.
Quick as a flash, the wool is there.
So radiant in yellow, like sunshine in the air.
But where can I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question is not a hard one.
Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already — in the picture in the snow today
One click — this pattern has to be mine.
For joy I could shout out loud and shine
But what was that? There’s a knock at the door!
Never mind, I have no time for that anymore.
The socks just won’t let me go
There’s another knock! Who could it be, though?
Let me in! comes the call from outside the house
It’s me, of course — good old Santa Claus!!
Oh man, he has the big stocking with him today
what’s inside, I really can’t say!
I’m so curious, I want to know,
mandarins, nuts, and the soft wool I wished for — I don’t want to miss them, oh no.
The wool is first in line for me.
I hope Santa knows that, you see.
Full of expectation, Josefa opens the door
happily grabs the packages and thanks Santa warmly for them all the more.
Which one has the wool inside?
Oh man, how excited I feel inside.
In the first little package is a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster
The wool must be in here somewhere...
Maybe here? No ... just a beautiful lucky stone to spare.
No wool at all? That just can’t be right!
Who swiped it — which woolly little sprite?
At last I’ve found it, what a delight.
What joy! I’ll knit it in the round tonight!
Praise and thanks be to the Christ Child dear!
and I’ll make myself cozy on the stove bench here.
But Christmas isn’t over yet; someone is standing at the door.
After all, it’s only a quarter to 4.
Then the smartphone rings too — who could it be?
Surprise: more wool is on its way to me :-)
Aunt Auguste arrives with even more little packages.
Where is there still a free corner for all these packages?
After a short think, it comes to me:
In the kitchen: in the oven! There’s still room, you see!
But — oh dear — now I’ve found it beforehand:
Someone has already hidden something there, unplanned.
There lies a package with a red bow,
Inside there’s no wool; it smells like soap, you know!
Now mischief is whispering in my ear
I’ll just let the whole thing "sink in" here
Because soap in the oven isn’t something you find every day.
Does anyone have another question, by the way? ;-)
Aunt Auguste is a little surprised, it’s true,
after all, she’ll soon be 100 too.
A suitable hiding place was found after all.
Meanwhile, the knitting needles make their rounds without a stall.
What do you think, where might this hiding place be found?
Could it perhaps be somewhere back there, all around?