The Christmas Fairs

I'm blowing your mind with two posts in one day, I know.

But I had to share this.

A customer/old family friend of ours/all round totally awesome person told me late last week that she was so inspired by Handmade Harvest that she wrote a poem about it.

A poem.

If there's a bigger compliment to be had than that, I certainly haven't received it!

Thank you Terri.

We love Christmas Fairs too.

Also, YOU.

Emily

The Christmas Fairs by Terri Clarke

Nine o’clock sharp, first Saturday in November,

The line up is longer than they ever remember.

The doors open slowly for the large eager crowd

To greet all the artisans, smiling and proud.

Merchandise sparkles, the tables are set,

The shoppers will lessen the national debt.

Beads and bracelets, cards and pottery,

Scarves and slippers, rings and gaudery.

Pine cones and wreaths, candles galore

Scented and coloured for every decor.

Purses of silk and pillows with lace,

Welcome all to the pre-Christmas race.

Stroll pass the tables; confer with your friends.

See for yourself this year’s latest trends.

Examine the handiwork - could you make it for less?

Possibly so, but with considerable stress!

Weaving and baking and quilting exhibiting,

This is no place for spending inhibiting.

Trivets and trinkets and natural soaps,

Selections to satisfy everyone’s hopes.

Items too tempting and not to be missed.

Buy them for someone who’s not on your list.

No time to waffle, sigh or to ponder,

Now is the time to seize and to squander.

So sip on the cider and sample the squares.

Savour the start of the Christmas fairs.