A Wee Christmas Story or Poem
It’ll be something
And Will Relate to Christmas
It’s Being Written Close to Midnight, So There’s Really No Telling
‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, except for the mouse. For the mouse had a secret, though eager to share, he scurried to hide it where no one would stare. He scurried away, ‘cross the floor in a flash. But his movements were noticed by the craftiest cat. The cat was perched high, on the counter it lay. The mouse did not spot her, and so ended this day, with the cat pouncing down on the mouse with a thud.
Don’t worry yourself ‘bout the mouse on the floor. For she was too swift for the cat, oh so crafty. But her secret was lost, dropped out on the floor. An exchange for her life, so she let it go.
The moral, my friend is one that’s quite old: go to sleep when you should, or you just might be pounced on by a crafty cat in the middle of the night, and then who knows what might happen?