I created a whole family of sock monsters and one monster takes about an hour with a sewing machine. I boxed them up individually with a Family portrait and a poem.

What I discovered the full moon past

Through the curtains the moonlight cast

A peek to the darkest part of my room

Where one dares not venture or face eminent doom

I discovered a litter of littles under my bed

Sound asleep after just being fed.

This was six weeks ago and now

The bumps, the creaks, the moans and groans

Are getting too much as these little creatures grow

I’m missing my sleep

As the roam and creep

The darkest corners of my space

They are old enough now to have a new place

So I’m giving them to you to cuddle and hold

On those dark chilling nights they will scare off the cold

From the motherly monster under my bed who preened

Cherish them, these nine unique babies, I have weaned

Of brothers and sisters who go bump in the night

They will protect the people I cherish, from fright