Story of Santa Mouse, The
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 wants 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!
