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Every Creature Was Stirring
by Erik Neibaur
'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
Every creature was stirring, even the mouse.
And all the children stayed wide awake
For they knew if they slept, everything would be at stake.
One heard a clatter, and jumped up with with glee.
This was Santa. It had to be!
He quietly crept down the stairs
When he saw on the banister a little white hair.
He quietly crept into the living room, taking care
That he made not one sound, and not one sound was there.
He looked 'round the corner, and looked with a stare,
Because at that moment Santa was there!
He was putting cheese at the mouse hole, and presents at the tree
And at that moment he was happy as can be.
The boy snuck up to bed, wondering all the while
Why was Santa putting the cheese on a funny little tile?
Why did it have a lever, and a highly sprung trap?
Why would it hurt if it when WHAP!?!
The child slipped snug in his bed, when outside the window he heard someone say,
"Merry Christmas to all! And to all a good night --
I hope your mouse goes without a fight!"