"LET EVERYTHING THAT HAS BREATH"

Twas the night before Christmas,

and all through the house,

not a creature was stirring

except one little mouse.

It scampered along the floor

on its cold, little feet,

looking for something,

but not something to eat.

It looked in every room

in the silent, old house,

which was quite a undertaking

for one little mouse.

So, not finding what it

was looking for,

squeezed through

a tiny crack 'neath the door.

It raced through the cold, wet snow

to the stable out back,

and peered cautiously

through a thin, little crack.

It could hear voices

with its pointed, little ears,

and animal sounds so peaceful,

it calmed all of its fears.

Inside the stable,

what did its beady, little eyes behold?

something of wonder

that the prophets foretold;

a child lay in a manger

swaddled in gold.

It did a back-flip,

and ran in circles

for awhile,

its little heart

beat farantically,

and on its little mouth,

a huge mouse smile.

The people were gathered

around the manger

where the little child lay,

the shepherds kneeling in adoration

in the soft, yellow hay.

The little mouse,

filled with joy,

scampered back to its lair,

and told the mousehold

waithing there

about the beautiful baby boy.

So, all the mice marveled

at this wonderful thing,

and the mousehouse vibrated,

as all the mice

did sing...