Ah hell, that's no new idea. When I was a young gal, we'd knit those things along with a poem. Can't remember all the words but started off with:
When Winters chill hangs or' the land
There's nothing could be sweeter,
For it time to done wool underwear,
And a cozy peter heater.
With ball incased in snuggly wool,
And little strings all tied,
One can survive the Wintery chill,
When better men have died
The eskimos in far off Nome
Will look on while their so chilly
And softly say to everyone,
White man she's shore a dillie
Couple more lines, but their now lost to me due to CRS.
Geez, you guys are way behind times.!!!
