’Twas the day before Christmas, and all through their house,
The mice were preparing. There wasn’t a mouse
Who didn’t join in for the holiday flurry.
From top floor to bottom, they’d bustle and scurry.
Their party was planned for that evening at eight,
With so much to finish before it got late!
So, they scrambled and scampered—no task was neglected—
To deck out the halls for the guests they expected.
• • •
Excitement kept building—while patience did not—
Till the clock in the hallway reached eight on the dot.
As the chimes started sounding, the door was thrown wide,
And the guests in their finery crowded inside.
Good wishes and greetings turned into a din
Of merriments traded again and again.
“Merry Christmas to you!” “And to all in your nest!”
“I hope that the New Year will bring you the best!”
They chatted and drank steaming cider from mugs
That often got spilled in affectionate hugs.
• • •
They were dancing in lines, they were dancing in pairs.
They waltzed down the hallways, they polkaed up stairs.
They spilled out the doorway in time with the tune
And danced with the snow mice beneath the full moon.
And as they were dancing, what sight caught their eyes?
A colorful, fast-moving blur in the skies!
Then clearly they saw it: a brilliant red sleigh.
And lo and behold, it was headed their way!
