Twas the night after Christmas, and we were all tired.
The kids were in bed and we thought Santa should be fired.
Amidst all the torn wrappings and strewn bits of tinsel
My sweet sister took out her fancy new drop spindle.
Teach me to spin, she said with a smile
The wheel was retrieved from where it had sat for awhile
The band was adjusted, we poured some more wine.
It turned out after a kick or two the wheel was just fine.
What is this fiber? I'm sure I don't know.
One bobbin full and another with just a little to go.
Finish it up sis, then I shall ply.
Ply away, ply away, on Lendrum, on wool, on alpaca, on silk, oh merino, and top, and roving, and tension, ply away, ply away all.
And ply on I did while she dug through the stash
this alpaca is next she said with a flutter of eyelash.
Alpaca it was! One bobbin full, she was addicted, and my heart was full.
Soon it was over and time for her to leave, but what to my wondering husband his eyes did deceive.
A spinning monster was awoken that cold winter's night.
4 ounces are spun and there's no end in sight!
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