A Christmas Mouse "Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house ." The only thing stirring was a lonely little mouse, As I lay in my bed, almost asleep, I saw a movement in the night light.
I knew I had company in the hall out there, I lay very still as if asleep, And watched him slowly creep, Into the bedroom, then to the bed. Where he climbed slowly up the spread onto the bed, He paused for a moment to survey the scene, Then moved slowly up to my head, Paused to see if I moved or if I were dead. Being satisfied that all was well, He then began to sniff and to smell, First my face, my nose, my ear and then my hair, He didn't like what he found there. Slowly he moved back down the way he came, Down the bed, down the spread to the floor, Across the room and out the door, To disappeared in the dim night light. I knew he was searching for a bit of food on this cold Christmas night, And just before I fell asleep again, I heard a snap in the kitchen from under the sink, And I knew at the sound that my lonely little Christmas mouse had met his end. Early Christmas morning as the sun first brightened the Christmas sky, In a small box wrapped neatly in foil, He was put to rest near the steps in the yard. Merry Christmas --~--~---------~--~----~------------~-------~--~----~ Access the Recipes And More list archives at: http://www.mail-archive.com/recipesandmore%40googlegroups.com/ Visit the group home page at: http://groups.google.com/group/RecipesAndMore -~----------~----~----~----~------~----~------~--~---
