12/25/2025
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’Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. But down in the sewing room, a light was aglow, with the hum of a machine and the fabric in tow.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, but the quilter was busy—with no time to spare! With a binding to finish and threads left to snip, and a rotary cutter with a comfort-soft grip.
When out from the bobbin there arose such a clatter, I sprang from my chair to see what was the matter. I opened the case, and I let out a sigh, "Not now," I whispered, "The supply is dry!"
But a stash full of cottons stood ready and bright, with Batiks and blenders reflecting the light. I wound up a new one and threaded the eye, determined to finish before sunrise was nigh.
"On Singer! On Juki! On Pfaff and Bernina! Let’s finish this border; it couldn't be finer!" The feed dogs were hungry, the needle was fast, as I prayed that the caffeine and patience would last.
The corners were mitered, the label was signed, a labor of love specifically designed. I folded it neatly and turned out the light, "Happy Quilting to all, and to all a Good Night!"
Merry Christmas Eve! 🎁
