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Monday, December 24, 2007

It's time for our favorite Christmouse story: Santa Mouse

In case you've been keeping score, this is our 700th post just in time for the celebration of Christmouse.

I would like to thank my wonderful tomfriend, Jake, for sending me a gift of MISTLETOE ... for smoochin'! ... at my Catster page. Jake, you are a real sweetie!

A Feline American re-print of last year's pre-Christmouse post ...

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!

7 comments:

Rascal said...

Ha ha ha! I love it! Merry Christmas to you all!

Mickey said...

Santa comes tonight!!!!!!!!!
WooHoo!! Great story:) Thanks!!!


MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mickey, Georgia & Tillie

michico*Adan said...

Merry Merry Christmas to all of you~!!!!!

Queen Snickers or Empress said...

Hehehe, that is funny! I may stay up and watch for Santa mouse! But I will be a good girl and not eat him!! ~Queen Snickers

Jake and Bathsheba said...

It would be hard for us not to eat Santa Mouse's cheese because we both love cheese so much.

Merry Christmas to DaisyMae and her family.

~J&B

Thanks for posing under the mistletoe, DaisyMae. I like to have an extra reason to give your smooches!

~Jake

Opra said...

I love this story. It's great! Thank you for sharing it with us:-)))

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