Yes, a creature was stirring, ye gads! T’was a mouse.
It ran ’cross the floor just as bold as you please
Looking ahead at a great lump of cheese.
The cat o’ped an eye and observed as it ran
Past the leg of the chair, up the wall to a pan
And he smiled a big smile – t’was more like a grin
At the small extra supper that soon’d be within.
And, shivering slightly, he paused then he jumped,
Grabbing that mouse, then down they both thumped.
Then from out of the chimney, a jolly voice boomed,
“Bad kitty, down kitty! Your Christmas is doomed!”
And picking the mouse up, this man dressed in red
Breathed life into mouse, he was no longer dead.
With mouse in his pocket, the gifts he bestowed
Except for bad kitty, who was out in the cold
And laying a finger aside of his nose
And giving the nod up the chimney he rose.
And just as they rose, a small mouse-voice said
“Nyah-nyah, nyah-nyah-naya! Going with Santa instead!”