24 December 2012
T'was the night before Christmas When all through the house. Heavy breathing and snoring, Woke a little mouse. Rubbing his nose, And twitching his ears, He exited his hole As to help him hear. Sleigh bells ringing, And deer a'naying. He ran to the chimney, And so goes the old saying. Santa comes down the old brick tunnel. Although he's quite fat, For him... It's a funnel. And once he's through Hat and sack too. He'll start his work. Their is much to do. Laying the presents Checking off the list. And of course there is always... A wife to be kissed. But there was something missing And he couldn't decide what. There was no mince pie Only a foil pot. Glancing around the room He noticed that little mouse. Very little he was, For such a big house. Giving him a chuckle And a little wink. The mouse needed that pie, Santa did think. And so he left And without delay Boarded his flight Upon his sleigh. The mouse, had been worried But Santa was the best. Now it's time to get some sleep And have a well earned rest.
©Odd 24/12/12
The Mouse On Christmas Eve • Opuss № I