It’s the most stressful time of the year

With the needles a clicking

And everyone telling you the time’s getting near.

It’s the most stressful time of the year.

It’s the bus-busiest season of all

With those patterns-the neediest-and projects so tedious

And the diminishing ball.

It’s the bus-busiest season of all.

There’ll be hats to be casting

And sweaters’ll be lasting

With still many rows to go.

There’ll be mittens galore

And complex ornaments from 

Christmases long, long ago.

It’s the most stressful time of the year.

There’ll be much last-minute stitching

With ends that need weaving

When loved ones aren’t near.

It’s the most stressful time of the year.

There’ll be hats to be casting

And sweaters’ll be lasting

With still many rows to go.

There’ll be mittens galore

And sweet ornaments from 

Christmases long, long ago.

It’s the most stressful time of the year

There’ll be much last-minute stitching

With ends that need weaving

When loved ones aren’t near.

It’s the most stressful time,

Yes, the most stressful time,

Oh, the most stressful time,

Of the year!