The Red Mouse
Twas the night before Christmas when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring… except for one mouse.
Now this mouse was special. His fur was all red - from the tip of his tail to the top of his head.
With a white underbelly and little white feet, the other mice thought he was really quite neat.
He peeked from his hole near the foot of the stair and gazed at the stockings that were hanging up there.
He knew for a fact they were full of tasty sweets - Chocolate, licorice and other fine treats.
For tonight was the night that Santa would stop, and come down the chimney with a mighty big flop.
The people who lived here were always so kind, leaving cookies for Santa, that boggled the mind.
The mouse was thinking, “If I get there first, I could eat up those cookies and then quench my thirst,
with that tall glass of milk all creamy and white. I’d be pretty well set for the rest of the night.”
But there was one minor problem… his tummy felt sick -from something he’d eaten just a little to quick.
The people put food in a little black box.
It tasted so good, made of little green blocks.
But whenever he ate it, he didn’t feel right.
His tummy would churn and his face turn all white.
Now his mother had told him there was only one cure, and it had something to do with a cookie I’m sure.
Now what was it exactly that she had to say?
He thought it was something about vitamin K!
Any mouse knows, it is easy to see - there’s a “K” in the middle of every cookie.
So quickly across the floor he did fly.
He raced up the chimney to the mantle so high.
And there it was - just sitting there pretty, the biggest cookie he ever did see.
And just as he started to take his first bite, a red and white suite came into his sight.
The big jolly fat guy was standing right there, looking at him with a curious stare.
And before he could jump and get out of there - he was raised by his tail up into the air.
The big jolly fat guy said “What have we here?
Ho, ho, ho, red mouse you have nothing to fear.
What do they call you around this old house?
For I’ve rarely seen such a strange colored mouse!”
Well sir, the people who see me don’t have much to say,
They scream “Deer mouse! Deer mouse!” and then run away.
They are trying to kill me with little green blocks - and snap traps and glue boards, and tin cats and such!
I ate that green stuff and now I am ill, but I’m sure that one cookie would make me feel well!”
A deer mouse you say?” Said the jolly fat guy, “I don’t think that’s right, and I’ll tell you why!
At the North Pole we have another red mouse, we treat him quite special, he lives in my house!
He has only one job that he does once a year, he’s the special assistant to Rudolph Reindeer.
Each Christmas eve he jumps in my sleigh, and climbs on to Rudolph as we get underway.
He sits in a saddle on that reindeer’s head, and turns on the switch that makes Rudolph’s nose red.
So you see little rodent, you are not just a deer mouse, you’re a very rare fellow, you’re a Reindeer mouse!
Now eat up that cookie with its vitamin K, pack up your bags and climb into my sleigh.
My reindeer mouse has been acting quite lazy, he forgets to flip the switch and its driving me crazy!
So sit there on Rudolph as we fly through the night - you’ll be my Reindeer Mouse and you’ll do it right.
And the mouse did exclaim as they flew out of sight,
“MERRY CHRISMOUSE to all, and to all a good night!”
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