A Polymer Clay Christmas Poem About A Crafty Beads And Beading Mom

Not Your Normal Christmas Eve Poetry… That's For Sure!

I have one of those brains where rhymes come naturally and easily. Sometimes it's poetic. And sometimes it's down right silly. Today's post is a case where silliness seems to have got the better of me. Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas!

A Crafter's Christmas by The Polymer Clay Tutor

'Twas the night before Christmas,
And all through the home.
Not a creature was stirring,
Except for the Mom!

She was sewing and gluing,
And beading with glee.
In hopes to get everything,
Under the tree.

All the presents she crafted,
And made with her love.
To supplement Santa's,
Gifts from above.

So, don't tease the poor woman,
If she's not combed her hair.
Or changed from her housecoat,
Or got out of her chair.

She's busy right now,
Cause she is a Crafter.
There are gifts to be making,
There will be time after.

Once she's all finished,
And the last bow is tied.
You'll see on her face,
A great swelling of pride.

She made things for you,
And she made things for me,
Her compassionate heart,
Is now under the tree!

Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and Best Wishes To All… no matter how you celebrate this special season of giving!