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