'Twas the Night Before Christmas

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house

Not a creature was stirring, except for a mouse;

This mouse was in a hurry and was scurrying,

In hopes that she could get in some last minute shopping;

The little mice slept snuggly in their beds,

While visions of cheese danced in their heads;

And mamma in a scurry,

Knowing she had better hurry;

When out in the living room there arose such a clatter,

She sprang from her state worry to see what was the matter,

Away to the living room she flew like a flash,

Turned the corner and ran into a shoe with a bash.

And then, in a moment of truth, she discovered who it was,

It was none other then the father of Christmas,

He was dressed all in fur, from head to foot,

And his clothes were disturbed with dirt and soot.

If only she could get him to notice her,

Maybe he could help get shopping done faster,

After crawling up his leg,

He noticed her and listened to her beg.

“Oh, please Santa won’t you help me?”

“I need to get some cheese with a minimum fee,”

And then with a laugh and a cough,

Santa agreed and they were off.

Off to the kitchen they sprang away,

Then the fridge was opened with a swing,

The mouse asked for cheese,

And she asked with a please.

After a couple minutes of searching,

Santa turned around smirking,

He handed a block of cheese to the wee little mouse,

And then she returned to her house.