End of Year Poem by LeBrie

T'was Two Weeks Before Christmas

by LeBrie Rich (after Clement Clarke Moore)

T’was two weeks before Christmas (this year’s final quarter),

And you’ll find me teaching and packing up orders.

Outgoing boxes are labeled and scanned,

Mail carrier Chrissy loads them into her van.

My teaching supplies are staged by the door, 

the bags stuffed with fiber, needles and more.

Don’t forget glue guns and the acorn caps!

The penguins aren’t done until they're wearing hats.

In every workshop, the thing that I’ve found:

Stabbing some wool makes your nerves calm way down.

We become zen when we’re stabbing the foam,

like monks in a shrine (with a penchant for gnomes).

This year how many of you have I helped

to learn the delight of working in felt?

More than 800 folks* - what a surprise!

No wonder I need to keep buying supplies.

Also this year, I made felting kits.

Tracking the details is giving me fits!

I'm low on some shades - not BLACK for god’s sake!

Gnomes with red eyes look evil and fake.

It’s very well known that this season is crazy,

In the new year I plan to be lazy.

All the hustle and bustle is keeping me svelte,

Merry Christmas** to all, from the Duchess of Felt.

*estimated # of students in the 45 workshops (both in-person and on Zoom) that I taught in 2021. Wow! Thank you so much for felting with me!

**I know many of you don’t celebrate Christmas. Me neither really. But I do love a good Christmas verse!

Photo by Micah Fischer courtesy of WildCraft

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