Collaborative Christmas Poem for CP

Dear users, dear authors,

what do you think about writing a poem together?

Here’s how I imagine it:

• Everyone writes one line and copies the poem as it stands so far. That way, it stays in context.
  
• Every other line must rhyme with the one before it.
  
• The poem should be about Christmas and wool.
  
• In the end, we should end up with a coherent poem.
  

Are you up for it?
I’d be happy to start. You can take it from there.
(Please copy the text below and write your line underneath it.)


A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm parlor.

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the cozy room,
while in the cooking pot, the turnip stews.

A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm parlour, 
while the turnip simmers in the pot

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles softly click in the warm room, 
while in the pot the turnip starts to stew

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming away,
while the youngest munches cookies today.

A Woolly Christmas at crazypatterns

The knitting needles clatter softly in the warm room,
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest child munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree

A Woolly Christmas at Crazy Patterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm room,
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest child munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree
and is knitting a stocking - I can hardly believe it!

A Woolly Christmas at Crazy Patterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm parlor,
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree
and is knitting a stocking — I can hardly believe it!

And afterward, she’ll crochet a blanket,

The needles clatter softly in the warm parlor,
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine on the stove is already steaming,
while the youngest child munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree
and is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward, she even crochets a blanket, with the housework falling by the wayside.

Woolly Christmas at crazypatterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm living room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest child munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking — I can hardly believe it!

And afterwards she even crochets a blanket,
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,

A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm living room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking - I can hardly believe it!

And afterwards she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
while my kitten sleeps on the sofa. Reply

  A Woolly, Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm living room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest child munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree and
is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward, she’ll crochet a blanket
—the housework gets put on the back burner.

The apartment smells of cookies,
and my kitty is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,

A Woolly, Woolly Christmas at crazypatterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm living room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest daughter munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree and
is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward, she’ll crochet a blanket
—the housework gets left behind.

The apartment smells of cookies,
and my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the yarn is low-quality.

A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm living room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest child munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking - I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she’ll crochet a blanket too,
while the housework is left undone.

The apartment smells of cookies,
and my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what am I going to do with it now?

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while a turnip simmers in the cooking pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
my little cat is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the yarn is low quality.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now?
Unravel it—that way I stay fit.

A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm living room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest child munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree and is knitting a stocking—
I can hardly believe it!

And afterward, she’ll crochet a blanket
; the housework gets left behind.

The apartment smells of cookies,
and my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what am I going to do with it now?
Unravel it—that’s how I’ll stay in shape.

Josefa can get
help from all the helpful CP authors.

Just a quick note:
You’re all soooooo creative—simply amazing!!

A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm living room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest child munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking - I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she’ll crochet a blanket
and the housework gets left by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
on the sofa my kitten is sleeping.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what am I going to do with it now?
Unraveling it will keep me fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile, she’s looking for the Christmas ornaments

A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm parlor
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking — I can hardly believe it!

And afterwards she even crochets a blanket,
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
and my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what shall I do with it now?
Unraveling it will keep me fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile, she’s looking for Christmas baubles
“What colors are in? I’ll just google that.”

A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns
The needles clatter softly in the warm living room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest child munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking — I can hardly believe it!

And afterwards she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
and my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what am I going to do with it now?
Unraveling it will keep me fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile, she’s looking for Christmas ornaments
“What colors are in style? I’ll just Google that.”
And where are all those beautiful crocheted stars?

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns
The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot the turnip is stewing.

The mulled wine on the stove is already steaming too,
while the youngest one munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
my little cat is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unraveling it will keep me fit.

Josefa can get some help
from all the helpful CP designers.

Meanwhile she’s looking for the Christmas baubles:
"Which colors are in? I’ll go google that." 

And where are all those beautiful crocheted stars?
I have the idea: "I’ll make them myself"—I’ll gladly do that.

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns
The needles click softly in the warm room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine on the stove is already steaming, too,
while the youngest munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking - I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it, that’ll keep me fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she’s looking for the Christmas baubles
"Which colors are in? I’ll just go Google that." 

And where are all the beautiful crocheted stars?
I have the idea:"I’ll make them myself," I’d be happy to do that.

Quick as a wink, there’s the yarn already.

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns
The needles click softly in the warm room
while the turnip is stewing in the pot.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming too,
while the baby of the family munches cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework gets left behind.

The apartment smells of cookies,
my kitty is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that's how I stay fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas ornaments
"What colors are in? I'll just go google that." 

And where are all the lovely crochet stars?
I have an idea: "I'll make them myself," I'd be happy to.

Quick as a wink, there is the yarn already.
So bright in yellow, like the sun.

A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns
The needles clatter softly in the warm living room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest one is munching on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking — I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she’ll crochet a blanket,
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
and my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what am I going to do with it now?
Unravel it — that’ll keep me fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile, she’s looking for Christmas ornaments
. “What colors are in style? I’ll just Google that.”

And where are all those beautiful crocheted stars?
I have an idea: “I’ll make them myself” — I’d love to.

In the blink of an eye, there’s the yarn — bright yellow,
as radiant as the sun.

But where can I find a pattern?

A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns
The needles clatter softly in the warm living room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest child munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking — I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
and my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what am I going to do with it now?
Unravel it — that’ll keep me fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she’s looking for Christmas ornaments
"What colors are in? I’ll just google it."

And where are all those beautiful crocheted stars?
I have an idea: "I’ll make them myself" — I’d love to.

In the blink of an eye, there’s the yarn.
So bright yellow, just like the sun.

But where can I find a pattern?
The answer to that question isn’t hard to find.

A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns
The needles clatter softly in the warm room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest one munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward, she’ll crochet a blanket,
while the housework gets left by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
and my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what am I going to do with it now?
Unravel it—that’ll keep me fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile, she’s looking for Christmas ornaments
"What colors are in? I’ll just Google that."

And where are all those lovely crocheted stars?
I have an idea: "I’ll make them myself"—I’d love to.

In the blink of an eye, the yarn is already here.
So bright and yellow, like the sun.

But where can I find a pattern?
Crazypatterns—everyone knows that!

Oh dear, Petra, you were quicker. Another try:

A Woolly Christmas at crazypatterns
The needles clatter softly in the warm living room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest child munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking — I can hardly believe it!

And afterward, she’ll crochet a blanket,
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
and my kitty is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is low quality.

Oh dear, what am I going to do with it now?
Unraveling it will keep me fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile, she’s looking for Christmas ornaments
"What colors are in? I’ll just Google it."

And where are all those beautiful crocheted stars?
I’ve got an idea: "I’ll make them myself" — I’d love to.

  In the blink of an eye, there’s the yarn.
As bright yellow as the sun.

But where can I find a pattern?
The answer to that question isn’t hard.

Checked crazypatterns — hooray!

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns
The needles clatter softly in the warm room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest child is munching cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking — I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she even crochets a blanket
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
and my kitten is asleep on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what am I going to do with it now?
Unraveling it will keep me fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile, she is looking for the Christmas ornaments
"What colors are in? I'll google that."

And where are all the lovely crochet stars?
I've got an idea: "I'll make them myself" — I'd love to.

In the blink of an eye, the yarn is already here.
Bright yellow, like the sun.

But where can I get a pattern?
The answer to that question is not hard.

I looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already — in the picture in the snow.

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the parlor so snug
while a turnip in the cooking pot bubbles and chugs.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming away,
while the youngest munches cookies all day.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking - can that really be!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too
while the housework is left long overdue.

The home is filled with the scent of cookies sweet,
on the sofa my kitty sleeps.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking's nearly complete,
but the yarn is low quality - that's no treat.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it, that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get some help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she searches for the Christmas ornaments
"Which colors are in? I'll go google that." 

And where are all those lovely crocheted stars?
I have an idea:"I'll make them myself", I'd gladly do that. 

In a flash, the yarn is already there. 
So radiant in yellow, like the sun's warm glare.

But where can I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question is an easy one.

Checked Crazypatterns, yippee!
There they are already - in the picture, in the snow

One click - this pattern has to be the one.

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the pot the turnip is stewing.

The mulled wine on the stove is already steaming,
while the youngest munches cookies, beaming.

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 for later to do.

The apartment smells of cookies baking,
on the sofa my kitten is sleeping.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking's nearly done,
but the yarn is a rather poor one.

Oh dear, what should I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get help and answers
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles
"Which colors are in? I'll just Google." 

And where are all the lovely crochet stars?
I have the idea:"I'll make them myself," and gladly, by far. 

Quick as a wink, the yarn is already there. 
So bright in yellow, like sunshine's glare.

But where can I get a pattern from here?
The answer to that question is clear.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already - in the picture in the snow they lay

One click - this pattern must be the one.
I could shout out loud with joy and fun

A Woolly Christmas at crazypatterns The needles clatter softly in the warm living room while the turnip simmers in the pot. The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove while the youngest daughter munches on cookies. Josefa is looking forward to the tree and is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe it! And afterward, she’ll crochet a blanket too, but the housework falls by the wayside. The apartment smells of cookies, and my kitten is sleeping on the sofa. Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done, but the yarn is low-quality. Oh dear, what am I supposed to do with it now? Unravel it—that’s how I stay in shape. Josefa can get help from all the helpful CP authors. Meanwhile, she’s looking for Christmas ornaments: “What colors are in style? I’ll just Google that.” And where are all those beautiful crocheted stars? I have an idea: “I’ll make them myself”—I’d love to. In the blink of an eye, there’s the yarn, so bright and yellow, just like the sun. But where can I find a pattern? The answer to that question isn’t hard. I checked crazypatterns—yay! There they are—in the picture, in the snow. One click—this must be the pattern. I could scream with joy, but wait—what’s that? Someone’s knocking at the door!

A Woolly Christmas at CrazypatternsThe needles clatter softly in the warm living roomwhile the turnip simmers in the pot.The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,while the youngest one munches on cookies.Josefa is looking forward to the tree,and is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe it!And afterward, she’ll crochet a blankettoo, while the housework falls by the wayside.The apartment smells of cookies,and my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,but the yarn is low-quality.Oh dear, what am I going to do with it now? Unravel it—that’s how I stay in shape.Josefa can get help from all the helpful CP authors.Meanwhile, she’s looking for Christmas ornaments:"What colors are in style? I’ll just Google that." And where are all those beautiful crocheted stars?I have an idea: "I’ll make them myself"—I’d love to.In the blink of an eye, there’s the yarn. So bright and yellow, just like the sun.But where can I find a pattern?The answer to that question isn’t hard.I checked Crazypatterns—yay!There they are—in the picture, in the snow.One click—this must be the pattern.I could scream with joy, but what was that? Someone’s knocking at the door!

(Sorry, sob... it’s not working)

I could shout out loud with joyBut what was that? There’s a knock at the door! Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot, the turnip stews.

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—hard to believe!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework is left for someone else to do.

The apartment smells of cookies sweet,
on the sofa my kitten is fast asleep.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking’s nearly done,
but the yarn is a poor-quality one.

Oh dear, what should 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 the Christmas baubles bright,
"Which colors are in? I’ll Google that tonight." 

And where are all those lovely crochet stars?
I’ve got the idea: "I’ll make them myself," that’s what I like by far. 

Quick as a wink, the yarn is here. 
As bright in yellow as the sun appears.

But where can I get a pattern now?
The answer to that is easy, somehow.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow they lay

One click—this pattern is the one for me.
I could shout out loud with glee

But what was that? There’s a knock at the door!
Never mind, I don’t have time for that anymore.

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while the turnip is simmering in the pot.

The mulled wine on the stove is already steaming too,
while the youngest nibbles on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—hard to believe!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework gets left behind.

The apartment smells of cookies,
my little cat is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the yarn is of poor quality.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that way I'll stay fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she is looking for the Christmas ornaments
"Which colors are in? I'll go google that." 

And where are all the lovely crocheted stars?
I have the idea: "I'll make them myself," and gladly. 

Quick as a flash, there is the yarn already. 
So bright in yellow, like the sun.

But where can I get a pattern?
The answer to that question isn't hard.

I looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—pictured in the snow

One click—this pattern has to be the one.
I could shout out loud with joy

But what was that? Someone's knocking at the door!
Never mind, I don't have time for that now.

The socks won't let me go

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot, the turnip stews.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming already,
while the youngest munches cookies nice and steady.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe what I see!

And afterward she crochets a blanket, too,
the housework gets left behind, it's true.

The apartment smells of cookies so sweet,
on the sofa my kitty is fast asleep.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the yarn is cheap—not much fun.

Oh dear, what shall I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get some help and support
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for Christmas baubles
"Which colors are in? I'll go Google that." 

And where are all the pretty crochet stars?
I have the idea: "I'll make them myself," I'd love to by far. 

In a flash, there is the yarn. 
So bright in yellow, like the sun.

But where can I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question isn't hard.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow

One click—this pattern is the one. 
I could shout out loud with joy

But what was that? There's a knock at the door! 
Never mind, I have no time for that now. 

The socks won't let me go
There it knocks again! Who on earth could that be?

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot the turnip does loom.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming away,
while the baby of the family munches cookies today.

Josefa looks forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—can that really be!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while all the housework is left to stew.

The apartment smells of cookies sweet,
on the sofa my little cat’s asleep.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking’s nearly done,
but the yarn is a poor-quality one.

Oh dear, what shall I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get some help, no doubt,
from all the helpful CP authors about.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles:
"Which colors are in? I’ll google through the options." 

And where are all those lovely crochet stars?
I’ve got the idea: "I’ll make them myself"—gladly, by far. 

Quick as a wink, the yarn is already 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—on the picture in the snow they lay

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 is it, though?

Let me in! So it rings out from outside

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot the turnip stews.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming already,
while the youngest child munches cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the yarn is of poor quality.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that way I stay fit.

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 have all the pretty crochet stars gone?
I have an idea: "I'll make them myself"—I'd love to do that. 

Quick as a flash, there is the yarn already. 
So bright in yellow, like the sun.

But where can I get a pattern?
The answer to the question isn't hard.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow

One click—this pattern has to be the one. 
I could shout out loud for 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’s another knock! Who on earth is that?

Let me in! a voice calls from outside It's me, after all—Santa Claus!!

Oh no, sorry, I accidentally messed up the formatting...:-(

You've figured me out :-)
Have a great weekend and keep going.

The needles clatter softly in the warm living room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest child munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knitting a stocking — I can hardly believe it!

And afterward, she’ll crochet a blanket
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
and my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what am I going to do with it now?
Unravel it — that’ll keep me fit.

Josefa can get
help from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile, she’s looking for Christmas ornaments
. “What colors are in style? I’ll just Google that.”

And where are all those beautiful crocheted stars?
I’ve got an idea: “I’ll make them myself” — I’d love to.

  In the blink of an eye, there’s the yarn.
So bright in yellow, like the sun.

But where can I find a pattern?
The answer to that question isn’t hard.

I looked on Crazypatterns — yay!
There they are already — in the picture, in the snow.

One click — this must be the pattern. I could
scream out loud

with joy. But what was that? There’s a knock at the door!
Never mind, I don’t have time for that right now. I can’t stop thinking about
these socks. There’s that knocking again! Who on earth is it?

“Let me in!” comes the cry from outside. It’s me — St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he’s brought the big sock with him.

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Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot the turnip stews.

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 another blanket
while the housework gets left by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the wool is second-rate.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unraveling it, that way I stay fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas ornaments
"Which colors are in? I'll just go google that." 

And where are all the beautiful crochet stars?
I have the idea:"I'll make them myself," I'll gladly do that. 

In a flash, there is the yarn already. 
So radiant in yellow, like the sun.

But where can I get a pattern from?
The answer to the question is not hard.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already - in the picture in the snow

One click - this pattern has to be the one. 
For joy I could shout at the top of my lungs

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's another knock! Who on earth is that?

Let me in! So it sounds from outside 
It's me, after all - Santa Claus!!

Oh man, he's got the big sock with him

The needles clatter softly in the warm living room
while the turnip simmers in the pot.

The mulled wine is already steaming on the stove,
while the youngest child munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree
and is knitting a stocking - I can hardly believe it!

And afterward, she’ll crochet a blanket
and the housework gets left by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
and my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what am I going to do with it now?
Unraveling it will keep me fit.

Josefa can get
help from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile, she’s looking for Christmas ornaments
. “What colors are in style? I’ll just Google that.”

And where are all those beautiful crocheted stars?
I have an idea: “I’ll make them myself” - I’d love to.

  In the blink of an eye, there’s the yarn.
So bright in yellow, like the sun.

But where can I find a pattern?
The answer to that question isn’t hard.

Looked on Crazypatterns - yay!
There they are already - in the picture, in the snow.

One click - this has to be the pattern. I could scream with

joy. But what was that? There’s a knock at the door!
Never mind, I don’t have time for that right now. The socks won’t let me go.
There’s that knocking again! Who on earth is it?

“Let me in!” comes the cry from outside. It’s me - St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he’s got the big sock with him -
what on earth is inside it? I really want to know!

A quick note: Please copy the title along with the poem :-)
You’re all aaaawesome!

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot, the turnip simmers.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming too,
while the littlest one munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
my little cat is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that way I stay fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile, she looks for the Christmas ornaments
"What colors are in? I'll go Google that." 

And where are all the beautiful crochet stars?
I have the idea: "I'll make them myself"; I'd love to do that. 

In a flash, the yarn is already there. 
So radiant in yellow, like the sun.

But where can I get a pattern?
The answer to that question isn't hard.

I looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on 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. 

I can't stop thinking about the socks
There’s another knock! Who could that be?

Let me in! comes the sound from outside 
It's me, after all—Santa Claus!!

Oh man, he's got the big stocking with him
what on earth is in there? I really do care!

I'm so curious, I want to know,

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns
The needles click softly in the warm room
while the turnip stews in the pot.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming too,
while the youngest munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too;
the housework gets left by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it; that way I’ll stay fit.

Josefa can get 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 beautiful crochet stars?
I have the idea: "I’ll make them myself"; I’m happy to do that. 

Quick as a flash, the yarn is already there. 
So bright in yellow, like the sun.

But where do I get a pattern?
The answer to that question isn’t hard.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow

One click—this pattern has to be the one. 
I could shout out loud for 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’s another knock! Who on earth is that?

Let me in! comes the call from outside 
It’s me—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he has the big stocking with him 
what on earth is in there? I really do care! 

I’m so curious, I want to know; I certainly wouldn’t want to miss out on mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for.

A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot the turnip does stew.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming away,
while the youngest munches cookies today.

Josefa looks forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—hard to believe!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework is left for later to do.

The apartment smells of cookies sweet,
on the sofa my kitten is fast asleep.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking’s nearly done,
but the yarn is poor quality—not much fun.

Oh dear, what should I do with it now? 
Unravel it; that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get some help and more
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles
"Which colors are in? I’ll go google that." 

And where are all the pretty crochet stars?
I have the idea: "I’ll make them myself," I gladly declare. 

In a flash, there’s the yarn already. 
So radiant in yellow, like the sun.

But where can I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question isn’t hard.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow

One click—this pattern has to be the one. 
I could shout out loud for joy

But what was that? There’s a knock at the door! 
Never mind, I have no time for that now. 

The socks won’t let me go
Then it knocks again! Who on earth is that?

Let me in! That’s how it sounds from outside 
It’s me, of course—Santa Claus!!

Oh man, he’s brought the big stocking along 
what could be in there, I really do care! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
I really wouldn’t want to miss out on mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for.

The yarn comes first

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the pot the turnip starts to stew.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming, too,
while the youngest munches cookies—quite a few.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe what I see!

And afterward she crochets a blanket, too;
the housework gets left behind, it’s true.

The apartment smells of cookies baking,
on the sofa my little cat is napping.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking’s nearly done,
but the yarn is cheap—not much fun.

Oh dear, what should I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get some help along the way
from all the helpful CP authors today.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles:
"Which colors are in? I’ll go Google the options." 

And where are all the lovely crochet stars?
I’ve got the idea: "I’ll make them myself"—gladly, by far. 

Quick as a flash, the yarn is already here. 
So bright in yellow, like the sun’s warm cheer.

But where can I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question isn’t a hard one.

Looked on Crazypatterns—hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow they lay

One click—this pattern has to be mine. 
I could shout out loud for joy this time.

But what was that? There’s a knock at the door! 
Never mind, I don’t have 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 sound from outside 
It’s me, of course—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he’s brought the big stocking along 
what’s inside it—I care a lot, all along! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
Mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for—I wouldn’t want to miss them, no. 

The yarn comes first, that’s the plan.
I hope Santa Claus knows that, man.

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the pot, the turnip stews.

The mulled wine on the stove is already steaming,
while the youngest munches on cookies, dreaming.

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 baking,
my little cat is on the sofa, napping.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking’s almost done,
but the yarn is a poor-quality one.

Oh dear, what shall I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that’ll keep me fit somehow.

Josefa can get some help, of course,
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles,
"Which colors are in? I’ll go Google that." 

And where are all the pretty crochet stars?
I have the idea: "I’ll make them myself"—I’d gladly go that far. 

Quick as a wink, the yarn is already there. 
So bright in yellow, like sunshine in the air.

But where can I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question isn’t a hard one.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow, yay

One click—this pattern is the one for me. 
I could shout out loud with glee

But what was that? There’s a knock at the door! 
Never mind, I don’t have 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 
It’s me, of course—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he’s got the big stocking with him 
what on earth is inside, I really do care what’s in it! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for—I wouldn’t want to miss them, no. 

The yarn comes first, before anything else can.
I hope Santa Claus knows that plan.

Full of expectation, Josefa opens the door

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the cozy room
while in the cooking pot the turnip stews.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming away,
while the youngest munches cookies today.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—who would believe!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework gets left for later to do.

The apartment smells like cookies sweet,
on the sofa my kitty is fast asleep.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking’s nearly done,
but the yarn is cheap—not much fun.

Oh dear, what shall I do with it now? 
Unraveling it keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get help, of course,
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she searches for Christmas baubles,
“What colors are in? I’ll go Google.” 

And where are all the lovely crochet stars?
I have the idea: “I’ll make them myself,” and gladly, by far. 

Quick as a wink, there’s the yarn already. 
So bright in yellow, like sunshine steady.

But where can I find a pattern here?
The answer to that is very clear.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are—on the picture in the snow they lay

One click—this pattern is the one for me. 
I could shout out loud with glee

But what was that? There’s a knock at the door! 
Never mind, I have no time for that right now. 

The socks won’t let me go
There’s another knock! Who is it, though?

Let me in! comes the call from outside 
It’s me, of course—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he’s brought the big stocking along 
what could be in there—I really care, I’m not that strong! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
mandarins, nuts, and the wished-for soft yarn—I don’t want to miss them, you know. 

The yarn comes first, that’s the plan.
I hope Santa Claus knows that, man.

Expectantly, Josefa opens the door
happily reaches for the packages and thanks Santa Claus warmly for them once more.

A Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while a turnip is stewing in the pot.

The mulled wine on the stove is already steaming too,
while the youngest munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
my kitty is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is of poor quality.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it, that’ll keep me fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas ornaments
"Which colors are in? I’ll go google that." 

And where are all the beautiful crochet stars?
I have the idea: "I’ll make them myself," I’d love to do that. 

Quick as a flash, the yarn is already there. 
So radiant in yellow, like the sun.

But where do I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question isn’t hard.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on 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’s another knock! Who on earth is that?

Let me in! comes the sound from outside 
It’s me—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he’s brought the big stocking with him 
what on earth is in there? I really do care! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
I really wouldn’t want to miss out on tangerines, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for. 

The yarn comes first.
I hope Santa Claus knows that.

Full of anticipation, Josefa opens the door 
joyfully reaches for the packages and thanks Santa Claus very warmly for them.

Now which one has the yarn in it?

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot, the turnip stews.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming too,
while the youngest munches cookies anew.

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 overdue.

The apartment smells of cookies baking,
on the sofa my little cat is napping.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the yarn is a low-quality one.

Oh dear, what should I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get some help and more
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles
"Which colors are in? I'll go Google for answers." 

And where are all the lovely crochet stars?
I have the idea: "I'll make them myself," and gladly take charge. 

Quick as a flash, the yarn is already there. 
So bright in yellow, like the sun's glare.

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—on the picture in the snow they lay

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 it knocks again! Who can it be, though?

Let me in! That's what rings out from outside 
It's me, of course—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he's got the big stocking with him 
what on earth is in there? I'm not indifferent to this whim! 

I'm so curious, I want to know, 
Mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for—I don't want to miss those. 

The yarn comes first, that's my plan.
I hope Santa Claus knows that, man.

Expectantly, Josefa opens the door 
joyfully grabs the packages and thanks Santa Claus warmly for them all.

Now where is the yarn inside?
Oh man, how excited I am.

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot the turnip stews.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming too,
while the youngest one munches cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework falls by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
my kitten is sleeping on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the yarn is poor quality.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unraveling, that's how I stay fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas ornaments
"What colors are in? I'll go google that." 

And where are all the pretty crochet stars?
I have the idea: "I'll make them myself," I'd love to do that. 

Quick as a flash, there's the yarn already. 
As radiant in yellow as the sun.

But where can I get a pattern?
The answer to the question is not hard.

Checked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on 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
Then there's another knock! Who could that be?

Let me in! That's what calls from outside 
It's me, of course—Saint Nicholas!!

Oh man, he has the big stocking with him 
what on earth is in there, I really do care! 

I'm so curious, I want to know, 
Mandarins, nuts, and the desired soft yarn are things I definitely don't want to miss. 

The yarn comes first.
I hope Santa Claus knows that.

Full of anticipation, Josefa opens the door 
happily reaches for 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

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles clatter softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot the turnip stews.

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 is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe what I see!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework is left by the wayside, it's true.

The apartment smells of cookies sweet,
my little cat is asleep on the sofa seat.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost done,
but the wool is poor quality, no fun.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get some help and more
from all the helpful CP authors galore.

Meanwhile she searches for the Christmas baubles
"Which colors are in? I'll go Google and solve those." 

And where have all the pretty crochet stars gone?
I have the idea: "I'll make them myself"—I'd love to take that on. 

Quick as a wink, the yarn is already there. 
So radiant in yellow, like sunshine in the air.

But where can I get a pattern from here?
The answer to that question is not hard, my dear.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow today

One click—this pattern has to be mine. 
I could shout out loud for joy, feeling fine

But what was that? There's a knock at the door! 
Never mind, I have no time for that anymore. 

The socks won't let me go
There it knocks again! Who could it be, though?

Let me in! So it sounds from outside the house 
It's me, after all—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he's got the big stocking with him 
what could be in there? I really can't be that dim! 

I'm so curious, I want to know, 
Tangerines, nuts, and the wished-for soft wool—I really don't want to let them go. 

The wool comes first, you understand.
I hope Santa Claus has that well in hand.

Expectantly, Josefa opens the door 
happily grabs the packages and thanks Santa Claus warmly for them once more.

So which one has the wool inside?
Oh man, how excited I am—I can't hide.

In the first little package is a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while a turnip is stewing in the pot.

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 is knitting a stocking—I can hardly believe what I see!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework is left for later to do.

The apartment smells of cookies so sweet,
on the sofa my little cat sleeps in peace.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is nearly done,
but the yarn is a poor-quality one.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it—I'll stay fit somehow.

Josefa can get some help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she searches for the Christmas baubles
"Which colors are in? I'll go Google that." 

And where have all the lovely crochet stars gone?
I have the idea: "I'll make them myself," I'm happy to take that on. 

Quick as a flash, there’s the yarn already. 
As bright and yellow as the sun.

But where can I get a pattern?
The answer to that question isn’t hard.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow

One click—this pattern has to be the one. 
I could shout out loud for joy

But what was that? There’s a knock at the door! 
Never mind, I don’t have time for that right now. 

The socks just won’t let me go
There’s another knock! Who could that be?

Let me in! comes the sound from outside 
It’s me, of course—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he has the big stocking with him 
what on earth is in there? I really do care! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for—I wouldn’t want to miss them, you know. 

The yarn comes first in line.
I hope Santa Claus knows that just fine.

Full of anticipation, Josefa opens the door 
happily grabs the packages and thanks Santa Claus warmly for them.

Now which one has the yarn inside?
Oh man, I’m so excited I can’t hide.

In the first little package is a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster

the yarn must be in one of these somewhere

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the cozy room
while in the pot, the turnip stews.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming away,
while the youngest munches cookies today.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—hard to believe!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework is left overdue.

The apartment smells like cookies so sweet,
my kitten sleeps on the sofa seat.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking's almost done,
but the wool is poor-quality yarn.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it, that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get some help and pointers
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she's looking for Christmas baubles
"What colors are in? I'll just go Google." 

And where have all the pretty crochet stars gone?
I've got the idea: "I'll make them myself," I'd love to take that on. 

Quick as a wink, there is the yarn. 
As bright in yellow as the sun.

But where do I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question isn't hard to come by.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow

One click—this pattern has to be the one. 
For joy I could shout out loud

But what was that? There's a knock at the door! 
No matter, I don't have time for that now. 

The socks won't let me go
There it knocks again! Who could that be?

Let me in! comes the voice from outside 
It's me, of course—Saint Nicholas!!

Oh man, he's got the big stocking with him 
what on earth is inside, I really do care! 

I'm so curious, I want to know, 
Mandarins, nuts, and the desired soft wool are things I really don't want to miss. 

The wool comes first.
I hope Santa Claus knows that.

Expectantly, Josefa opens the door 
joyfully reaches for the packages and warmly thanks Santa Claus for them.

So where is the wool now?
Oh man, how excited I am.

In the first little package is a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster 

The wool has to be in there somewhere...
Maybe here? No ... just a beautiful lucky stone.

arWoolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the cozy room
while turnips in the cooking pot simmer and fume.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming away,
while the youngest munches cookies today.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knitting a stocking—can it really be!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework is left for later to do.

The apartment smells of cookies so sweet,
my kitty sleeps on the sofa seat.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking’s nearly done,
but the yarn is poor quality—not much fun.

Oh dear, what should I do with it now? 
Unravel it, that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get some help and support
from all the helpful CP authors of every sort.

Meanwhile she searches for Christmas baubles bright,
“What colors are in? I’ll google that tonight.” 

And where are all the lovely crochet stars?
I’ve got the idea: “I’ll make them myself,” gladly, by far. 

In no time at all, the yarn is already there. 
So radiant in yellow, like sunshine’s glare.

But where can I get a pattern from here?
The answer to that question is not hard, dear.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow they lay

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 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—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he’s brought the big stocking along 
what could be inside? I can’t stay calm for long! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
mandarins, nuts, and the desired soft yarn—I really don’t want to miss those, though. 

The yarn comes first in line.
I hope Santa Claus knows that just fine.

Full of anticipation, Josefa opens the door 
happily grabs the packages and thanks Santa Claus warmly for them once more.

So where is the yarn inside?
Oh man, I’m so excited I can’t hide.

In the first little package is a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster 

The yarn has to be in there somewhere...
Maybe here? No ... just a beautiful lucky stone to share.

No yarn at all? That can’t be right!

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm living room
while in the cooking pot the turnip starts to simmer and bloom.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming away,
while the little one munches cookies today.

Josefa looks forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—well, would you believe me!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
the housework gets left behind, it’s true.

The apartment smells of cookies so sweet,
my kitten sleeps on the sofa, curled up neat.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking’s nearly done,
but the yarn is second-rate, not much fun.

Oh dear, what shall I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get some help, of course,
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles,
"Which colors are in? I’ll go Google my troubles." 

And where have all the pretty crochet stars gone?
I’ve got an idea: "I’ll make them myself"—gladly, come on. 

Quick as a flash, the yarn is here. 
So bright in yellow, like the sun’s cheer.

But where do I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question isn’t a hard one.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow they lay

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 won’t let me go,
Then there’s another knock! Who could it be, though?

Let me in! comes the call from outside the house 
It’s me, of course—Santa Claus!!

Oh man, he’s brought the big stocking along 
what on earth is inside? I care, and that feeling is strong! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
Mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for—I don’t want to miss those. 

The yarn comes first, that’s the plan.
I hope Santa Claus knows that, my man.

Full of expectation, Josefa opens the door 
happily reaches for the packages and thanks Santa Claus warmly for them once more.

So where is the yarn hidden within?
Oh man, how excited I’ve been.

In the first little package there’s a toaster
then comes an Elvis Presley poster 

The yarn has to be in here somewhere...
Maybe here? No ... just a beautiful lucky stone there.

No yarn at all? That can’t be right!
Who swiped it—which woolly little sprite?

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while turnips simmer in the cooking pot.

The mulled wine on the stove is already steaming, too,
while the youngest one munches on cookies.

Josefa is looking forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—I can hardly believe it!

And afterward she even crochets a blanket,
while the housework gets left by the wayside.

The apartment smells of cookies,
my kitten is asleep on the sofa.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is almost finished,
but the yarn is of poor quality.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that’ll keep me fit.

Josefa can get help
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles:
"Which colors are in? I’ll go google that." 

And where are all the beautiful crochet stars?
I have an idea: "I’ll make them myself"—I’m happy to do that. 

Quick as a wink, there’s the yarn already. 
So bright in yellow, like the sun.

But where can I get a pattern?
The answer to that question isn’t hard.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on 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’s another knock! Who on earth is that?

Let me in! comes the voice 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, 
Mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for—I really wouldn’t want to miss those. 

The yarn comes first.
I hope Santa Claus knows that.

Expectantly, Josefa opens the door 
happily reaches for 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!
Who swiped it—which woolly little imp?

At last I’ve found it

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the pot, the turnip starts to bloom.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming too,
while the youngest munches cookies, quite a few.

Josefa looks forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking—can it really be!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too,
while the housework gets left for someone new.

The apartment smells of cookies so sweet,
my kitten sleeps on the sofa seat.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking’s almost done,
but the yarn is poor quality—not much fun.

Oh dear, what should I do with it now? 
Unravel it, that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can get help, that’s true,
from all the helpful CP authors too.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas balls,
"Which colors are in? I’ll google it," she calls. 

And where have all the lovely crochet stars gone?
I’ve got the idea: "I’ll make them myself"—gladly, bring it on. 

Quick as a wink, the yarn is already here. 
So bright in yellow, like sunshine clear.

But where can I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question is not hard to come by.

Checked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow, at play

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 won’t let me go
Then there’s another knock! Who is it, though?

Let me in! comes the sound from outside 
It’s me, of course—St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he’s brought the big stocking along 
what’s inside, I really care—it can’t be wrong! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for—I don’t want to miss them, oh no. 

The yarn comes first, that’s the plan.
I hope Santa Claus knows that, man.

Full of expectation, Josefa opens the door 
joyfully reaches for the packages and thanks Santa Claus warmly for them all the more.

So which one has the yarn inside?
Oh man, I can hardly hide my excited side.

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 there.

No yarn at all? That just can’t be right!
Who swiped it—which woolly sprite? 

At last I have found it, safe and sound.
What joy! I’ll knit it in the round!

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot the turnip stews.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming away,
while the youngest munches cookies all day.

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,
my kitty sleeps on the sofa seat.

Despite 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 and more
from all the helpful CP authors galore.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles,
"What colors are in? I'll just go Google." 

And where are all the lovely crochet stars?
I have the idea: "I'll make them myself," that's something I love by far. 

In a flash, the yarn is already there. 
So bright in yellow, like sunshine's glare.

But where can I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question isn't a hard one.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow they lay

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 don't have time for that anymore. 

The socks won't let me go
There it knocks again! Who is it, though?

Let me in! That's what sounds from outside 
It's me, of course—Saint Nicholas!!

Oh man, he's brought the big stocking along 
what's inside it, I really do care, that's not wrong! 

I'm so curious, I want to know, 
mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for are things I don't want to forgo. 

The yarn is first in line.
I hope Santa Claus knows that just fine.

Expectantly, Josefa opens the door 
gladly reaches for the packages and thanks Santa Claus most warmly for them all.

Where is the yarn inside now?
Oh man, I'm so excited somehow.

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 there.

No yarn at all? That can't be right!
Who swiped it—which woolly little sprite? 

At last I have found it now.
What joy! I'll knit it in rounds somehow!

Praise and thanks be to the Christ Child!

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the cooking pot, the turnip starts to bloom.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming away,
while the youngest one munches cookies today.

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 for later to do.

The apartment smells of cookies so sweet,
my kitten sleeps on the sofa, cozy and neat.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking is nearly complete,
but the yarn is inferior—not very neat.

Oh dear, what should I do with it now? 
Unravel it—that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can go and get some aid
from all the helpful CP designers who’ve stayed.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas balls,
"Which colors are in? I’ll google it," she calls. 

And where are all those lovely crochet stars?
I’ve got the idea: "I’ll make them myself"—that’s no chore, it’s ours. 

In a flash, there is the yarn, so fine. 
Shining in yellow, just like sunshine.

But where can I get a pattern from here?
The answer to that question is quite clear.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already—on the picture in the snow they lay

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 don’t have time for it anymore. 

The socks just won’t let me go
There’s another knock! Who could it be, though?

Let me in! comes the sound from outside 
It’s me, of course—Saint Nicholas!!

Oh man, he has the big stocking along 
what’s inside it, I do care—don’t get me wrong! 

I’m so curious, I want to know, 
mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for—I don’t want to miss those. 

The yarn is first in line.
I hope Santa Claus knows that’s just fine.

Full of expectation, Josefa opens the door 
gladly reaches for the packages and thanks Santa Claus warmly for them once more.

Now which one has the yarn within?
Oh man, how excited I’ve been.

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 there.

No yarn at all? That can’t be right!
Who swiped it—which woolly little sprite? 

At last I’ve found it, safe and sound.
What a joy! I’ll knit it in the round!

Praise and thanks to the Christ Child!
and I’ll make myself cozy on the stove bench for a while.

Woolly Christmas at Crazypatterns

The needles click softly in the warm room
while in the pot the turnip stews.

The mulled wine on the stove is steaming away,
while the youngest munches cookies today.

Josefa looks forward to the tree,
and knits a stocking - I can hardly believe what I see!

And afterward she crochets a blanket too
the housework gets left behind, it's true.

The apartment smells of cookies baking,
on the sofa my little cat is sleeping.

Despite the mulled wine, the stocking's nearly done,
but the yarn is poor quality, not much fun.

Oh dear, what do I do with it now? 
Unravel it, that keeps me fit somehow.

Josefa can go and get some aid
from all the helpful CP authors.

Meanwhile she looks for the Christmas baubles
"Which colors are in? I'll just go Google." 

And where are all the pretty crochet stars?
I have an idea: "I'll make them myself," gladly, by far. 

Quick as a flash, the yarn is already there. 
So bright in yellow, like sunshine in the air.

But where can I get a pattern from?
The answer to that question isn't a hard one.

Looked on Crazypatterns, hooray!
There they are already - in the picture, lying 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 don't have time for that anymore. 

The socks just won't let me go
Then it knocks again! Who could it be, though?

Let me in! comes the sound from outside 
It's me, of course - St. Nicholas!!

Oh man, he's got the big stocking with him 
what on earth is in there, it's not nothing to me! 

I'm so curious, I want to know, 
Mandarins, nuts, and the soft yarn I wished for are things I don't want to miss, you know. 

The yarn comes first in line.
I hope Santa Claus knows that's fine.

Full of expectation, Josefa opens the door 
happily reaches for the packages and thanks Santa Claus warmly for them all.

So which one has the yarn inside?
Oh man, how excited I am, I can't hide.

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 there.

No yarn at all? That can't be right!
Who pinched it - which woolly little sprite? 

At last I've found it, happy and bright.
What joy! I'll knit it in the round tonight!

Praise and thanks be to the Christ Child! 
and I'll make myself cozy on the stove bench for a while.

But Christmas isn't over yet; someone is standing at the door.