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!