Merry Christmas!

My head is buried in my

yarn basket (ok, one of
my yarn baskets because
I am pretty much just
made of yarn at this point).
I am muttering about colors
and color sequences
and do I have enough time.
Christmas, despite all the hype,
sneaks up on a crafter
like one of those thieves
in the night.
 
And into my head
(the one in the yarn basket)
comes the image of the babe.
I know he comes to
set the prisoner free,
but right now I want to
take a squishy skein
of Bernat Baby yarn
and swaddle him safe
from danger.
If I could, I would
swaddle us all.

Come, let’s sit by

the Christmas tree

underneath this blanket

that I made, and sing

songs about the babe

until we feel peace again.

Let’s sing songs about the babe

until we feel joy.

Dana & Mike Rhyne

Christmas 2019