‘Twas a few nights before Christmasand all through the house, Creatures were stirring – was it a mouse?
The clock showed 04.30 as I woke up, yawning, dragged from my slumber by a furious gnawing.
The stockings were slung half prepared on the floor, awaiting their filling with nuts, toys and more,
but a tiny gourmand had a fine dinnertime, feasting on peanuts, gold coins and clementine.
While I sat in bed finding mice all too scarey, the man of the house got up nude and hairy.
He dashed ‘cross the room and snatched up that sock and with mouse trapped inside turned to take stock:
“I have it, I have it!” he cried out of breath, “What should I do? Should I beat it to death?”
“Oh no!” I called out “That’s much too agrarian. You’ll wake up the kids, and besides I’m vegetarian!”
So we opened a window to the dark, snowy air and I thought with a pang “No food for mice out there!
“Show some compassion, Don’t be such a miser”. And I threw down some treats: a mouse appetiser.
So if you’re inclined to slay mice for their daring, please do remember: t’is the season for sharing.
When that mouse called out it made up for the fuss: “Good Night to All and to All, Merry Christmas!”