A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns
The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot the turnips stew.
The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest one gobbles cookies by the trove.
Josefa looks 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,
on the sofa my kitten sleeps, complete.
Despite the mulled wine, the stocking's almost done,
but the yarn is a poor-quality one.
Oh dear, what do I do with it now?
Unraveling it keeps me fit somehow.
Josefa can get some help
from all the helpful CP authors.
Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles
"Which colors are in? I'll just Google that."
And where are all those pretty crochet stars?
I have an idea: "I'll make them myself," I like that by far.
In a flash, the yarn is already here.
So bright in yellow, like the sun, so clear.
But where can I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question isn't hard to come by.
Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already - in the picture in the snow
One click - this pattern has to be the one.
I could shout out loud with joy
But what was that? There's a knock at the door!
Never mind, I don't have time for that now.
The socks won't let me go
There it knocks again! Who can that be?
Let me in! That's what sounds from outside
It's me, of course - St. Nicholas!!
Oh man, he's brought the big stocking along
what on earth is in there, I really do care!
I'm so curious, I want to know,
because I really wouldn't want to miss mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for.
The yarn comes first.
I hope Santa Claus knows that.
Full of expectation, Josefa opens the door
joyfully grabs the packages and thanks Santa Claus very warmly for them.
So where is the yarn now?
Oh man, I'm so excited.
In the first little package is a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster
The yarn has to be in here somewhere...
Maybe here? No ... just a beautiful lucky stone.
No yarn at all? That can't be true!
Who swiped it - which woolly elf?
Finally I've found it.
What joy! I'll knit it in the round!
Praise and thanks be to the Christ Child!
and I'll make myself cozy on the stove bench.
But Christmas isn't over yet; someone is standing at the door.
After all, it's only quarter to 4.
Then the smartphone rings too; who could be calling?
Surprise: more yarn is on its way :-)
Aunt Auguste arrives with even more little packages.
Where is there still a free little corner for them?
After thinking for a moment, it comes to me:
In the kitchen: in the oven! There's still room in there!
But - oh dear - now I've discovered it beforehand:
Someone has already hidden something there.
There lies a little package with a red ribbon,
Inside there is no yarn, because it smells like soap!
Now mischief is sitting on my shoulder
I'll just let the whole thing "sink in"
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A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns
The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot the turnips stew.
The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest one gobbles cookies by the trove.
Josefa looks 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,
on the sofa my kitten sleeps, complete.
Despite the mulled wine, the stocking's almost done,
but the yarn is a poor-quality one.
Oh dear, what do I do with it now?
Unraveling it keeps me fit somehow.
Josefa can get some help
from all the helpful CP authors.
Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles
"Which colors are in? I'll just Google that."
And where are all those pretty crochet stars?
I have an idea: "I'll make them myself," I like that by far.
In a flash, the yarn is already here.
So bright in yellow, like the sun, so clear.
But where can I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question isn't hard to come by.
Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already - in the picture in the snow
One click - this pattern has to be the one.
I could shout out loud with joy
But what was that? There's a knock at the door!
Never mind, I don't have time for that now.
The socks won't let me go
There it knocks again! Who can that be?
Let me in! That's what sounds from outside
It's me, of course - St. Nicholas!!
Oh man, he's brought the big stocking along
what on earth is in there, I really do care!
I'm so curious, I want to know,
because I really wouldn't want to miss mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for.
The yarn comes first.
I hope Santa Claus knows that.
Full of expectation, Josefa opens the door
joyfully grabs the packages and thanks Santa Claus very warmly for them.
So where is the yarn now?
Oh man, I'm so excited.
In the first little package is a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster
The yarn has to be in here somewhere...
Maybe here? No ... just a beautiful lucky stone.
No yarn at all? That can't be true!
Who swiped it - which woolly elf?
Finally I've found it.
What joy! I'll knit it in the round!
Praise and thanks be to the Christ Child!
and I'll make myself cozy on the stove bench.
But Christmas isn't over yet; someone is standing at the door.
After all, it's only quarter to 4.
Then the smartphone rings too; who could be calling?
Surprise: more yarn is on its way :-)
Aunt Auguste arrives with even more little packages.
Where is there still a free little corner for them?
After thinking for a moment, it comes to me:
In the kitchen: in the oven! There's still room in there!
But - oh dear - now I've discovered it beforehand:
Someone has already hidden something there.
There lies a little package with a red ribbon,
Inside there is no yarn, because it smells like soap!
Now mischief is sitting on my shoulder
I'll just let the whole thing "sink in"
Because soap in the oven isn't something you find every day.
Does anyone still have a question about that? ;-)