Everyone is familiar with the timeless Christmas tale The Night Before Christmas and it’s countless derivations. I’m guilty of creating a few of my own over the years, but 2013 is the first Christmas we experienced a first-hand account of the night before Christmas including a bold mouse.
Twas the night before christmouse
And all thru the house, everyone was sleeping except the rogue mouse.
We filled our tall pantry with cakes, candy and snacks; unaware the rogue mouse was charting attacks.
He assaulted three shelf-fulls rummaging cookies, candy and cake; he gouged every treat leaving crumbs in his wake.
We discovered the damage early the next day and plotted our revenge on the mouse who must pay.
We salvaged some treats but discarded a few and learned my favorite candy is his favorite too!
If it’s candy he wants, he won’t have to wait. I used his favorite temptation as bait.
We loaded a trap near the scene of the crime in hopes he’d return to continue this time.
At nightfall, we nestled all snug in our places. The teacher away, the prodigy sleeping and Dad and I gaming with smiles on our faces.
When all of a sudden we heard a loud clatter and leaped from the sofa to see what was the matter.
Our trap tripped and clenched in the jaws was a little gray mouse with lifeless paws.
We paused for a moment to see if he was alive. When we confirmed his demise we celebrated a high five.
Sorry little mouse, but your party must end, make sure you send the message to your little friend.