....When from out in the kitchen there arose such a crashing.
She Sprang from her work, and she dropped all her sashing.
Away to the doorway she flew like a plane,
Wondering just what was happening and who she could blame.
When what to her wondering eyes should appear,
but Old Mrs. Claus And her bag of quilt-gear....

.... With her elves bearing gifts, through the kitchen she came,
She directed and pointed and called them by name.
"Now Elna, now Pfaff, Now Bernina and Viking.
The Hoffman and Mumm Should be just to her liking.
To the sewing room - there it's just back of the hall,
Now dash Away, dash away dash away all!!
"My Dear," said the Claus (as she liked to be called).
There's Really no need to worry at all.
Your projects will be completed this Night.
I'm terribly sorry we gave you a fright.
Sit down. Have some tea.
It s relaxing, you'll see......

My friends and I've come a long way to help Thee.
She thought she Was dreaming, our Dear Quilter did.
In fact she quite feared that she'd near flipped her lid!
But the flash of the needles, the twist of the thread
soon gave her To know she had nothing to dread.
They spoke no more words, but went straight to their sewing.
How The work went so quickly she had no way of knowing.
The stitches, how tiny! The corners, how straight!
This Claus- woman's talent was awfully great.
They finished the pillows, then started a quilt.
Before they all Knew it, the whole thing was built!!....

Now old Mrs. Claus, she knew quilters real well,
And she knew they'd need help on this night most of all.
So she said to our quilter, "Just move over, dear,
I've brought My Own needle. We'll get done, never fear.
I told dear old Santa about what quilters do.
How they plan all These projects but have other work too.
So he taught me this magic for doing things fast.
There that pillow's done. Now this is the last."
They tidied their thread snips, and picked up the scraps.
And chased our dear quilter's six cats from their laps
They left behind gingerbread (just to be nice)
and the whole house Smelled sweetly
of Christmas and spice.

As they scurried away with their thimbles still gleaming,
Dear Mrs. Claus paused,
her cap ribbons streaming.
"Merry Christmas, my dear, now just have a ball!
Relax and enjoy.
Happy Quilting to all!"