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Friday, December 22, 2006

The Feline Americans' favorite Christmas story

Mom had this wonderful little Christmas book from when she was a very little girl, but as she grew older, the book disappeared. A few years ago, she found a reprint of the book at a Borders bookstore and had to buy it to share with us. The new copy is missing the sandpapery feel on the cover that the original book had and it's missing the color crayon squiggles that Mom's brother made in the book when he was a tiny boy, but the story is the same. It's our favorite ... So here, without permission of the author (yep, being naughty), is the story of "Santa Mouse."

The Story of Santa Mouse
By Michael Brown


Once there was a little mouse, who didn't have a name.
He lived in a great big house, this mouse,
the only mouse in the whole wide house.
He day-dreamed he had playmates who were friendly as could be.
The little girls would bring their dolls, and dress up and have tea.
The boys would play at cowboys or Eskimo or Spanish.
But when he tried to touch them like a bubble they would vanish.
Now through the years this little mouse
had saved one special thing.
A piece of cheese -- the kind that makes an angel want to sing.
And so that night as he brushed his teeth
and washed his tiny paws.
He said my goodness no-one gives a gift to Santa Claus.
So he ran to get his piece of cheese and after he had found it,
Some paper from some chewing gum he quickly wrapped around it.
And then he climbed in bed and dreamed that he was lifted high,
And woke up to find that he was looking right in Santa's eye.
Thank you for my gift he said now tell me what's your name,
I haven't any said the mouse.
You haven't, that's a shame.
You know I need a helper as I travel house to house.
And I shall give a name to you, I'll call you Santa mouse.
So here's your beard and here's your suit
and here's each tiny shiny boot.
You mustn't sneeze and you mustn't cough,
Now put them on and we'll be off.
Then over all the rooftops on a journey with no end,
Away they went together, Santa and his tiny friend.
And so this Christmas if you please,
Beneath that tree that's in your house,
Why don't you leave a piece of cheese.
You know who'll thank you,
SANTA MOUSE!

5 comments:

Big Piney Woods Cats said...

That was a very special story/poem. Momma really loved reading it to us and Precious clapped her paws together at the end, so I know she liked it.

Patches

Dragonheart, Merlin, Devi, and Chloe said...

That's a great story. :) Thank you for sharing it with us.

Happy Holidays! :)

Memories of Eric and Flynn said...

Oooh we like stories an that wuz a good one . Fank yoo. Merry Chris Mouse to you all an yer Beans.

Rascal said...

If we left out cheese Catzee would eat it.
Purry Christmas!

Toffee K. Ripple Fuzzypants & Feline American Angels said...

If we left out cheese, Santa Mouse would eat the cheese and then Charmee would eat Santa Mouse.
DMM