‘Twas the Night Before Christmas…
24th December
‘Twas the night before Christmas,
And deep in the mill,
One creature was stirring.
Oh, what a thrill!
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A little red robin,
Perched on the tweeds,
Watched o’er the designers
Planning their weaves.
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Check, check, overcheck,
Herringbone and twill:
Like the bright-coloured paper
With our gifts we do fill.
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Yarns stacked like a tree
Fills us with glee.
The Orb makes its mark
On a Christmas tweed.
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The looms are quiet,
The weavers finally rest.
Wintry nights chill
And we are blessed…
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To live on these islands
Where tradition goes hand
In hand with the future
To enrich this land.
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So, our thanks go to all
Who weave and who make,
Who cherish, who love
All Harris Tweed creates.
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We feel that you too
Deserve the glory
To be part of
Our Harris Tweed story!
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Merry Christmas
From all of the Harris Tweed Authority team
