Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house,
Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In the hopes that St Nicholas soon would be there.

I put down some whisky, some carrots and pies,
All ready for Santa, a feast for his eyes.
Then I looked at the scene with a note of dismay,
“Something is missing”, a voice seemed to say.

“When I ride through the night on my big wooden sleigh,
I could do with a pillow where my head could lay”.
I rushed to my sewing room, quick as a flash,
And rummaged around in my copious stash.

And there just the thing for this big stocking filler,
Was some fabric I’d wangled from Melody Miller.
Ruby Star Rising and Shining so bright,
A perfect  selection for midwinter’s night.

These aren’t Christmas colours”, I said to myself,
But I thought they were perfect for such a great elf.
So I cut out some Kona in quarter inch strips,
Sewed them onto the Ruby Spring quickety quick.

I added some strips about two inches wide,
Then I added a couple more strips on the side.
I was singing some carols about love and peace,
As I ironed the top to some fusible fleece.

Next I rummaged around in my threadbox so nifty,
And settled on some of my Aurifil 50.
I quilted and bound it and backed it at last,
For I heard reindeer approaching ever so fast.

I tiptoed downstairs, placed it right on the hearth,
Just in time to hear Santa Claus’ big belly laugh.
“Ho Ho Ho,” said the big man, “What on earth have we here.
A pillow for me? Why thank you my dear.”

“I get really tired, flying all through the night,
And the pillow you’ve made me is such a sweet sight.
When I’ve stopped at each house and had one or two drinks,
I can lay down my head and enjoy forty winks.”

And thus I began a new Christmas tradition,
A pillow to help the big man on his mission.
And so if you really and truly believe,
Make a pillow for Santa on each Christmas Eve.

I wanted to chat to Saint Nicholas more,
But I saw he was soon heading out of the door.
Pray tarry St Nicholas, chat for a while,
“I’ve got work to do”, he said with a smile.

“I’ve got to deliver all of these toys,
To hundreds and thousands of good girls and boys.
So off I must go without any delay,
And get this lot sorted before Christmas Day.”

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ‘ere he drove out of sight,
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night!”