'Twas the night before Madness
When all through the lands
The needles were quiet
While we laid rest our hands

The yarn was 'a waiting
And so too the lap
While we tried to breathe deep
And perhaps take a nap

The stockings we'd finished
Were all put away
For a new pair would come
As we start a new day

So, to all who are waiting
With your bated breath
Better get your rest now dears,
I'll knit 'till my death!

(muah ha ha ha....!)

Sent out in good fun to all my fellow Sock Madness knitters. Good luck tomorrow!