Dear knitting friends, both far and near
It’s Mason-Dixon Knitting here.
Your frabjous galpals, Ann and Kay
Are hollering, “calloo! callay!”
Our inspiration: that elegant codger,
The New Yorker’s arch Angell, Roger
We don’t expect to do him justice
R-to-the-A busts our rhyming–trust us.
‘Tis seasonish to offer greetings
Lushily, at cocktail meetings
The Interwebs save us the trek
(Next year, let’s do it at Rhinebeck!)
To everyone who hoists a needle
Including Eggplant (and her Deedle)
Those who knit with greatest speed’ll
Try to keep up with Zeneedle
We hung socks on our Chrismukkah tree
With yarn from What’s That Gonna Be?
On New Year’s Eve, at fetes uproarious
We’ll raise our bubbles to Knitorious
And throw air kisses, light and friendy
To our constant knitter, Wendy
What a pity there’s no way to
Cin-cin with Mustaa Villaa and Tilkkupeitto
They’re all the way across in Finland
(Not Helsinki–further inland).
2008 was gone too soon
It took our stitches to the Moon
Oh-eight brought babies, so much fun
To Mind of Winter and January One
But the year wouldn’t have been half so fine
Without Henrietta, Merna, and Purling Swine
As bloggers on their book tours barnstorm,
We mourn the sad demise of Yarnstorm.
But think of how much worse the shock it
Would have been without Jane Brocket!
And whither MagKnits– why no link?
It popped off, quicker than a wink.
To paraphrase from Conway Twitty,
We couldn’t stand you leavin’, Knitty!
May the year bestow great riches
Upon the pen that drew It Itches“
And on the glorious depth and breadth
Of all the works by Harlot Steph,
On She Shoots Sheep Shots.
Who thinks deep thoughts,
And those books fantastic (albeit rarer)
From yarn’s Marie Curie, sweetheart Clara.
Election year risked knitblog drama
Some knit for Clinton, some for Obama
But civility ruled (in the main)
Twixt Obama and McCain
Recession, though it’s not the nicest
Reminds us to “knit through a crisis”.
This word to our President-elect
Is wiser than he may suspect:
To make peace (and to spend that debt),
Put knitters in your cabinet!
We hope St. Nick brought you a hybrid car
(Or at least one for your Ravatar)
Cashmere for Donder, reinhair for Blitzen
And a coupla tickets to see Frost/Nixon
We wish you a year stuffed with projecks divine
Like ChicKnits and the Twist wunderkinder design.
But if–on occasion–your knitting turns tatty,
A pox of knots on the blogger who says something catty!
(But that doesn’t mean there’s a rule against grudgin’;
It’s a must for Queer Joe and the Knitting Curmudgeon.)
The economy’s in the tank, but boy do
We hope we can still buy Koigu.
May the woes be limited to stock
(And nothing as vital as Socks That Rock).
Speaking of the Wall Street crash:
Sell Grandma’s ring, but hold your stash.
To the venerable ghost of Knitsmas Past,
Our ever-pious thoughts we cast:
Elizabeth Zimmermann, hear us plead
For more photos on Brooklyn Tweed!
Forty shots is not enough (at all!)
For an exquisitely soft-focus shawl.
The first day of the year, at break of dawn,
As we cast on ’09’s first Norah Gaughan,
We’ll leave the old year without sorrow;
There’s always more to knit, tomorrow.
Wishing you peace, love and natural fibers,
in 2009 and beyond.
Ann and Kay
(Note: All photos taken during preparations for our annual honky-tonk New Year’s bash. We started in September.)