A Merry Christmouse

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse?
But, I heard my cat purring, in my lonely house
He paced up and down upon the cold floor
Ferociously wagged, and meowed with a roar

“What gives, little friend? Are you quite alright?
Your fur’s standing on end, and your eyes are alight!”
I followed his gaze, and what did I see
A mouse with a beard, staring at me

He wore a robe weaved in red, with checkerboard squares
And sleeves trimmed in fur upon his mouse hairs
On his shoulder, a sack, with food I would think
He gathered from baskets by my kitchen sink

He wandered the distance to my potted tree
On which I put garlands for kitty and me
[By now my crazed feline lost his own voice
And sat down in amazement, the obvious choice]

The colorful rodent thought my d├ęcor scant
Scrunched up his pink nose, and strung lights on my plant
Next to the trunk, he left treats and a book
Hung a little mouse-stocking from a little mouse-hook

Just at that moment a tear hit my eye
The Season’s warm greetings I met with a cry
Before I could thank him, or offer him cheese
He scurried away through the wall in a breeze

I opened the covers of my little gift
With pleasure I read and started to drift
This magical visitor came just in time
And left me some pages of Christmas-Mouse rhyme.


Theo J. van Joolen©2010

Art~Myrea Perrit.


Castles Crowns and Cottages said...

Sweet as pie......as only a rodent can recount!


Sheesh....you probably don't want to keep seeing my face pop up all the time, but I can't stay away from Hilltop! teeeheee

My Grama's Soul said...

I loved this post....it brought out the little girl in me.

Thank you.


Margarida Elias said...

This is a wonderful poem! Happy hollidays!:)