‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house
I had baited my traps, to catch that darn mouse.
Each evening I’d loaded the traps with great care;
Each morning I’d found the bait no longer there.
Tonight I was nestled all snug in my bed.
Then I heard little mouse feet dance over my head.
He was up in the ceiling, a rat-a-tat tap;
With all of that noise, how could anyone nap?
Then out in the kitchen arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.