Sea of Quilted Pillows
In a sea of quilted pillows way down below
Were stitches of love and fun that Jan's grandma did sew
In the hem there was a teensy little elf named Nimble
He had watched grandma’s magic, when she used a thimble.
Nimble kept quiet until the child was asleep.
Not coming out until their snores were loud and deep.
Remnants of a sage woman’s goodness were stitched in love
Nimble knew that our dear grandma was watching from heaven above
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