‘Twas the night before National QOV Sew Day

A fun poem. We hope that Clement Moore will enjoy it!

‘Twas the night before National QOV Sew Day and all thro’ the house,

Not a creature was sleeping except maybe the mouse;

The R/W/B strips were hung on a rack with care,

In hopes that 10:00 AM soon would be there;

Our quilters in Alaska and Hawaii were still nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of quilting swirled in their heads,

With Papa snoring in his cap and I too restless to consider a nap,

Had just settled down with tea, waiting for the first sign of light,

My “tool belt” attached and cutter in hand – I’m sure I was a sight!

When up in my sewing room there arose such a clatter,

I sprang up the stairs to see what was the matter.

Down the hall I flew to find out the facts,

Tore open the door and stopped in my tracks,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But all of my quilting buddies ready to sew when the time was here

I whistled, cheered and shouted - what is the plan?

       (I called them by name)

It was Susan and Kathi, Rebecca & Pat, Oh Sheila, Ruthie, Ginny and Anna;

They were dress’d all in jammies, from their neck to their feet,

Some were standing and others had already taken their seat.

Their eyes – how they twinkled! Some had dimples and some not,

Their cheeks were like roses – were they already feeling hot?

And I laugh’d when I saw them turning with a twist and a jerk.

They were all ready to get to work.

The clock struck ten, and with my nod, they all began to applaud.

The fabric, Oh My, it all flew, what with the cutting, and ironing and sewing too.

They told stories, they laughed and they cried;

Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside.

I fed them good food for they had accomplished much on that February day.

Then finally as the sun was setting and out to their cars,

They were making their way,

I heard them in unison exclaim, ere they drove out of sight

– Happy National Sew Day to all and to all a good night.

Clement Moore, author – ‘Twas the Night Before Christmas