Crocheters Night Before Christmas

'Twas the nite before Christmas
and all through the house
it was peaceful and silent.
I was sitting in my chair crocheting away.
My hook was a flying as fast as I could go.
My balls of yarn laying all around,
my dog was asleep in his bed.
When all of a sudden I heard such a clatter,
I dropped my hook and my yarn
to see what was the matter.
And there in my driveway much to my surprise
was a snowmobile with 8 tiny reindeer.
I rubbed my eyes and looked again.
It was Santa himself.
Oh my, I exclaimed.
I heard him say each reindeer by name.
Then I heard him say as he drove out of sight
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good nite.
I shook my head and said to myself
I must have been dreaming till I turned around
and saw that all my work was done.
Then I knew it was Santa that had paid me a vist.

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